What beautiful meditation of walking through exhaustion and dropping into spaces of grief: of wanting to connect, ground and explore what lays beneath politic, artifice, body, bone.
—Steel and blood are often forgotten, stories live on.
I love the way you explore a concept and achieve (or trace) a way through, beyond, and among the concept. It strikes me that in current American culture grief is such a business and is something that people must "get over or move beyond." Your piece does a nice job of illustrating the way grief is discursive and your braid imagery and physical imagery of following your limbs nicely demonstrates the ways that grief will penetrate our lives and limbs whether we acknowledge it or not.
I love your writing style, and I will read your work regularly! Thanks so much for sharing!
It’s a beautiful place in winter, and I’m glad you found a daily practice there that put you in touch with the snow and woods and trees
What beautiful meditation of walking through exhaustion and dropping into spaces of grief: of wanting to connect, ground and explore what lays beneath politic, artifice, body, bone.
—Steel and blood are often forgotten, stories live on.
Thanks for sharing!
Sarah,
I love the way you explore a concept and achieve (or trace) a way through, beyond, and among the concept. It strikes me that in current American culture grief is such a business and is something that people must "get over or move beyond." Your piece does a nice job of illustrating the way grief is discursive and your braid imagery and physical imagery of following your limbs nicely demonstrates the ways that grief will penetrate our lives and limbs whether we acknowledge it or not.
I love your writing style, and I will read your work regularly! Thanks so much for sharing!
Kathryn