Grief is like a shadow you can’t shake. As I go about my daily routine, one minute I feel normal as I drop packages off at the post office or pick up food at the grocery store. The next, reality hits and I feel bowled over by a wave of sadness that rushes through me.
Last week, while listening to a program about self-care coping strategies, I heard a therapist talk about what she recommends to clients who feel chronically resentful – a harmful, debilitating state of mind.
It's tree-pruning time in New England and I recently spent an afternoon with Jim, our gardener, learning about how to support the trees we've planted in our yard. As it turns out, the care and nurturing of trees can teach us a few things about the care and nurturing of our lives.
Am I the only one who gets this upset, I thought to myself as I sat in the car crying? Maybe I’m just too sensitive. Does anyone else fantasize about moving to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, away from cars and roads and anything that might cause harm to wildlife?