This “Skeptic’s” column tackles a subject that is both delicate and volatile: suicide. People who have known me for a fairly long time are well acquainted with a time in my life – during the time in Boston at Harvard and later at Seattle University during the equally ill-advised quest for the MDiv -- when I was undergoing episodes of very severe, quite arguably pre-suicidal, clinical depression. So – for the benefit of those people, for “my mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me” – I want to emphasize that the following column does not describe me as I am now. Quite the contrary. I am not in crisis. I am not depressed. I am not afflicted with suicidal ideation – a term I came to know all too intimately during the “winter of [my] discontent”. So those of you
“It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.” Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes or the Loving Huntsman [recommended]
On May 28, 2014 our Group for people with life-threatening illnesses celebrated the lives of those who have already passed on. I was unable to attend the memorial service due to bronchitis, but I celebrated all those people and two of my family with the poem I share below.
Our Group is comprised of people from several different religious traditions and is hosted by our local Insight Meditation Center. The group was founded and is run by a Buddhist chaplain who has been very kind and is a stalwart friend to each of us.
Though I continue to follow the progress o
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