Good morning... I happened upon a gorgeous reading just posted by one of my favorite poets. In processing her own grief after her son Finn's death, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer has become for many of us like the sweet sun rising in the dark of night. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back [...]
Good morning... On September 3rd, as we celebrated the new life born from the wedded union of our oldest son and his wife, one of Kyler's Lovett School classmates died of cancer. In my memory, Pearce Howell and his twin sister Laura were gently kindhearted and quite talented athletically. He played baseball; she played soccer. The twins would [...]
Good morning... "Good morning Sue!" she wrote after yesterday's blog post, Might We Tip Toward Joy? "I loved this morning’s reflection! We are savoring the Western version of your friend’s joy-filled remedy for grief. Here in Jackson Hole with our adult children, along with one of their sweet girlfriends and another college friend, we are savoring gorgeous hikes, [...]
Good morning... This Memorial Day weekend, might we take a few sacred moments to remember those who have fallen into resurrection power on the battlefields of life? ...Sue... Note To Sue Past Posts Donate Home
Good morning... “My custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find out its lurking places," writes Marilynne Robinson in the novel Gilead. "That old weight in the chest, telling me there is something I must dwell on, because I know more than I know and must learn it [...]
Good morning... After experiencing the Legacy Museum and The National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery, Alabama, I am haunted by the inhumanity, the ugly pain inflicted on millions and millions of black skinned people over the centuries, and the way my privileged, comfortable life has really, really bloody roots. I feel compelled to deal with my [...]
Good morning... In these wee hours I am drawn to a poem, a poem widening a very sacred space in us. ****** The Great Reframe by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Let this sorrow that has opened me to love be like a frame that has no photo— so I might know how to be this broken open, this tender, [...]
Good morning... By 10:00 am last Monday, three innocent 9-year-olds and three loving educators were killed in the safety of their small Christian school, before police put down the 28-years-old suicidal shooter. Then, by 10:00 pm that very same night, forty migrants (most from Guatemala) were left to die in their locked retaining cells as fire ripped through [...]
Good morning... "And here is the miracle —" writes poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, "to find in grief not only sorrow but a ravenous gratefulness for life, to find in loss not only emptiness but an unimaginable abundance. It doesn’t happen in a day, no, not even in a year, but who said miracles need be instantaneous." Words from [...]
Good morning... When I am processing loss and grief, I often search for a soulful symbol to give voice to my struggle. After dropping off used items at a consignment store late Thursday afternoon, I quietly browsed the aisles. I was drawn to the silver bracelet above, one of a kind and 75% off. To me, each of [...]
