The physical heart is to the left of center. The spiritual heart is to the right. My tango heart is, bewilderingly, in Philadelphia.
The first weekend of December I flew to Philly for Lesley’s memorial service. Got there late Friday afternoon back home Sunday evening. Continue reading “Where My Tango Heart Is”
The readers with whom I spoke recently in person know that I am planning to take a break from work soon. Haven’t told the work yet. This is the first time I am (gingerly) putting this in (somewhat) public writing.
At approximately 42:19 mark into Rob Bell’s interview with Caleb Wilde (Caleb Wilde is a Funeral Director), this happens:
Caleb: I think that grief is worship <…> That takes the shame out of it. So many people are just: “Oh, why am I not at closure yet, and why haven’t I processed through this linear grief work yet? I should be done by now!”
But I think grief is a form of worship. <…> Closure is a myth. It doesn’t happen the way we want it to happen. It’s messy. And the person who has died is there. As long as you love someone you will be grieving.
This morning I met with a nearly stranger in order to tell her about a fling I had a few years ago.
To tell was the right thing to do for our community. I also wanted to do that for myself. Continue reading “A Shameful Secret”
From the perspective of the source, the world is a majestic harmony of forms pouring into being, exploding, and dissolving. But what the swiftly passing creatures experience is a terrible cacophony of battle cries and pain.
-Joseph Campbell. “The Hero with a Thousand Faces”
Love letters understated 