(UN)TETHERED…
The following pages contain what I often refer to as my grief journals. They began after I lost my brother to suicide in January of 2020. In the wake of his death, I had the sensation of becoming completely untethered. Adrift and disconnected to any person, place, or thing. It was a season of deep introspection and lament. Old wounds resurfaced. Things long buried came to light. And, unexpectedly, it became a time of beautiful healing.
These posts will be easiest to follow if read in chronological order.
14. Winter
I would like to know the deep of the island winter. I would like to see the frost cold stars unyielding to the light of the land, the wild boughs of blood-red bittersweet caught in the fury of verglas. I would like to see the coruscating mustard of the goldenrod dim, the whorled aster and jewelweed laid to rest. But it is not my time.