These are the stories of our liminal showerS.
Our grief. Our Suffering. Our revelations and triumphs. Our longing. Our wishes and our “what ifs.” Our rites of passage. Our acceptance, our growth, our joy, and our sacred transformations.
You are invited to explore these stories and share your own if and when you feel ready. Your story might change someone’s world. Your story is and integral piece of our collective experiences with loss. Grief is as sacred as death and birth. Your story matters. Let’s unite through collective healing.
We have earned this.
New Year, Same Grief
I try not to put too much weight onto new year transitions. I figure, if nothing else, New Year’s Eve is a nice opportunity to spend some quality, late night time with my husband, sometimes my mama, and/or some of my best friends. If nothing else, I am guaranteed to start my new year with a kiss from my person… Yet, still, I wake up the next day and it’s a new year… But, the same old me.
Death Should Be
I watched my dad die. It was grotesque. It was scary. It left me questioning everything I thought I once knew. Death should be almost anything but that.
