Absence disembodies — so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superstition helps, as well as love —
Tenderness decreases as we prove —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #904)
grief
Absence disembodies — so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superstition helps, as well as love —
Tenderness decreases as we prove —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #904)
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Barbara, you’re such a good writer that I hesitate to make this suggestion (but I will, because it helped me deal with my own grief so much!). Try your hand at some poetry. Seriously! You don’t have to publish it here if you don’t want, but it can truly help to organize your feelings and thoughts in a way that nothing else can. I feel your pain, Friend, and I’m sending you a virtual hug. Hang in there — Time is a great healer, and it’s not been long enough yet for much of your pain to ease up (not go away, just ease a bit!)
Hi Debbie, I appreciate your suggestion and the hug! I hope to start writing some more soon. I do find reading poetry comforts me a great deal, but the inspiration for writing it doesn’t come to me often, if ever. I’m more of an essay writer and I have several of them floating around in my head these days. Especially now, since the shock I was in for the first six months has worn off and I am slowly getting used to my new life. Things seem much less surreal now, and time is beginning to do its work.
Whatever works for you is ideal! I enjoy reading essays, but I don’t write many of them. So happy to hear that you’re adjusting. It’s not easy, is it? ‘Shock’ is a good word for it — it’s just so hard learning to live without those we love. HUGS!!!
It isn’t easy but it does seem to be getting a little better as time goes on. The pain isn’t as sharp these days and I am more easily comforted. I’ve been blessed with so much support from my family and friends – they’ve been like shock absorbers! Thank you so much for the big hugs, Debbie! 🙏
Barbara, I’m sure seeing this Mourning Dove brought a lot of memories for you as you have mentioned the presence of this bird in prior posts. The Emily Dickinson poem certainly says it all.
Yes, mourning doves still connect me to my mother. I still feel her absence with tenderness, even after 35 years, but I’ve learned how to carry that grief more easily as time goes on. I love how Emily describes how missing loved ones remain hidden in our hearts.
I remember you said you had a mourning dove visited when you tended the garden many years ago. Doves give you such a sense of peace as they coo and even when they remain soundless, a beautiful presence.
I do miss those days with my little gardening companions. They were such good company. And all the times they would land of the balcony railing and look into our condo while I photographed them. Memories….
They were good company and in tune with your feelings. I told you one time about how my neighbor Marge enjoyed the mourning dove that nested in a wire flower basket she had left on her deck over the Winter. She documented their daily activities and liked seeing the parents feeding their one chick, then teaching it how to fly – then one day they were gone and she was sad about that.
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Thank you so much, Karma. 🙏