Sunday, September 29, 2013

flames

9/29/13

I feed my sorrows to the fire.

Last January I lost my beautiful son, William. My daughter Anna lost her beloved brother; their mother, Laura, lost her younger child; our families lost a precious part of who we are, who we have been, and all that we could have become.





The loss is bottomless, unfathomable. It is a dark well where my heart is cast down. What suspends the hopeless tumbling is my work before the fire. Working with fire these past months has saved my life, perhaps; certainly it has preserved my life’s equilibrium. The flames purify my grief.

Build a fire; stare into the flames, feel its heat on your face. Let it dry your eyes.


1 comment:

  1. Such amazing words, so true.
    The fire inside after losing a child, burns everyday.
    I feel your pain.
    There is something to be said about fighting fire with fire.

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