When Grief & Hope hold hands


“Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.”

Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

Sometimes good men die on sunny days.  Bright blue skies and fluffy clouds are forever tied to both 9/11 and the day my daddy died.  While it doesn’t seem fair or right, I have a deep faith that allows grief and hope to hold hands.  Hiked up Stone Mountain today to be closer to the clouds and memories.

By | 2016-10-19T14:20:33+00:00 September 11th, 2011|Honestly|3 Comments

About the Author:

I create containers for words and paint and I fill them. I craft safe, sacred spaces for people to wrestle, create, heal and shout from the mountain tops.
And I teach people to do all of these things for themselves.

  • I once stood in the circle created when grief and hope held hands… both hands. Though grief fades slowly, hope is strong, overflowing with faith, and lovely as a blue sky full of fluffy clouds.

    Thank you for the word/picture.

    • Barb – “…hope is strong” What a beautiful phrase. Tucking it into my heart. {p.s. I can’t wait to see what you do with your weathering bundle. I’m so inspired!}

  • I fear I’m not equal to the task. But, I AM dying to see what the raw materials will be after 90 days.