January 8, 2014
Holding grief is a delicate art. It is a dance between two partners – the grieving soul and the witness. The tired, worn face of longing bends forward, lost in haunted memories of remember when, desperate to resurrect one more hug, hello, or so long with each step. The witness connects and sways into the quiet of treasured dreams, ready to swoon, dip, or twirl into the tangled web of what is precious and good. The only requirement is to follow the leader, look into the forlorn eyes of the story-teller and offer the warmth of human connection as you waltz in triplets. Have faith in the sharing of story and the power of bearing witness. What is truly seen is known.