“Silence and solitude allow us to move beyond thought and into our embodied experience. Grief is felt, sensed in the viscera of our bellies, the inner walls of our chests, the curve of our shoulders, the heaviness in our thighs. Grief is registered in our sinews and muscles. It feels laboured, as though a great weight has settled on our chest or a heaviness has entered our bones. We know grief by its felt experience; it is tangible. It is here, in our sighing and sensing body, that we encounter the terrain of sorrow.” LossGriefSilenceSorrowSolitude Book:The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief Source: The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
“We will, in truth, spend many of our hours alone with our grief. In the cover of our solitude, we encounter another layer in our apprenticeship with sorrow. Here we are asked to hold an extended vigil with loss in the well of silence, slowly ripening our sorrow into something dense and gifting to the world. Our ability to drop into this interior world and do the difficult work of metabolizing sorrow is dependent on the community that surrounds us. Even when we are alone, it is necessary to feel the tethers of concern and kindness holding us as we step off into the unknown and encounter the wild edge of sorrow.” CommunityLossGriefSorrowSolitude Book:The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief Source: The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief