In today’s episode, Emily Conway and I start our exploration of grief with a poem.
Pushing Through
It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone. I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief so this massive darkness makes me small. You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you. Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Robert Bly) Source: Slow Muse
From this poem, we explore what is grief, how it comes up, and how we grieve both publicly, with others, and alone.
Thank you Andrew Rudd, kellyapetrie (null), and many others for joining us live.
