Grief for the Untold Story
The grief of the untold story haunts the heart. Find your words and write them now, in cards and letters, journals and drop-dead boxes. The stories—the writing and the sharing—have healing power.
The grief of the untold story haunts the heart. Find your words and write them now, in cards and letters, journals and drop-dead boxes. The stories—the writing and the sharing—have healing power.
I’m still sorting out my own authenticity, so who am I to wag an accusatory finger, even from a place of love? Who am I to criticize someone else’s hazardous behavior and choices? But then again, am I without integrity if I don’t? Who am I if I don’t speak up?
Healthy sharing of pain is important and necessary, and is healthier still with self-awareness and mindfulness. Healthy sharing culminates in relieving, not reliving, the pain.
Where’s the gravy? Throw me something, mister!
What’s the point of the parade if you don’t return with ten pounds of plastic treasures around your neck?
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