Normally when I find myself in periods of not writing, it’s not a good thing. This time it is.
I don’t feel this urgency to write. Or at least not to write with the outcome being sharing through this venue. For this stage of my grief journey, I need to look within, and that doesn’t allow space for external processes.
I am forever grateful for all of your comments and encouragement and support over the years. Especially to those of you who have shared with me that my writings have helped you with your own grief. Or other aspects of your life. That’s one of the main reasons for my writing.
But for now I need to do this on my own. Please do get in touch if you have questions about CJD or my mom’s experience with it or you need that recipe that you knew my mom always loved to make. Or even just to say hi and check in. (k . merle @ shaw . ca )
I don’t know when I will be back, and that’s ok. I hope that you are still there for when I do return, in whatever capacity that may be and for whatever reasons. But if you’re not, then that’s ok too…
I will leave you with a closing chant from Women’s Rituals by Barbara G. Walker. This was a book that my mom loved. It was out of print and I found myself a copy from a used bookseller. It’s what I need now.
By the earth that is Her body,
By the air that is Her breath,
By the fire that is Her bright spirit,
By the living waters of Her womb.
The circle is open, but unbroken.
The peace of the Goddess go in our hearts.
Merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again.