IMAGE CREDIT: Brian K Hello my dear precious friends! I am so sorry for there being no blog last Friday, technical difficulties prevented me from writing. I’m sitting here from the comfort of my room writing this. I want to share with you why I am grateful for grief this week. On July 5th, I lost my friend Demetre Josebeck to an overdose. Only 3 days later, on July 8th, I lost my friend Lauren Graff to the disease of addiction as well. Talk about being slammed all at once & death smacking you in the face, I was broken and still am. I am in the thick of grief & it’s not pretty at all. In fact, it is messy and all over the place. But I am grateful for grief. Why? Because in active addiction, I would numb my feelings before. Now I can feel these wave of emotions and proce
times are weighty fevered fervent anxious the canvas of your life weeps it is a call to rest ~ to rest to meditate to wait … for spring, a benediction please listen ... there is always spring this week clouds swelled burst into tears overflowed into creeks and rivers crashed into roofs and trees but you're still here a survivor! rebirth renewal relief benediction nothing lasts forever not even this © 2018, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), All rights reserved.
Sometimes the world feels inhospitable. You feel all the ways that you and it don’t fit. You see what’s missing, how it all could be different. You feel as if you weren’t meant for the world, or the world wasn’t meant for you, as if the world is “the way it is” and your discomfort with it a problem. So you get timid. You get quiet about what you see. But what if this? What if you are meant to feel the world is inhospitable, unfriendly, off-track in just the particular ways that you do? The world has a you-shaped hole in it. It is missing what you see. It lacks what you know and so you were called into being. To see the gap, to feel the pain of it, and to fill it. Filling it is speaking what is missing. Filling it is stepping into the center of the crowd, int