The relentless ability to feel is both a curse and a gift for storytellers. Lately, I'm wondering if I can continue to be a lightning rod for emotions. Here’s what I’ve discovered.
Wow, Diane, thank you for sharing that post. I'm so sorry I missed it the first time around. Sometimes, though, the context has to be right to appreciate something truly.
Yes, as Jill said in a comment below, grief packs a wallop. The terrifying experience with your kids sets the stage. 🥺
Grief packs a wallop. The opening scene captures the way it must have felt when you got the news about Shari: swept under water and struggling to breathe. The waves of emotion surging in the wake of all the bad news. Yes, writers can be lightning rods, but lightning rods need grounding to work effectively. You're sea legs are sturdy.
Thank you for sharing such a vulnerable post, Diane! This one made me stop and think.
I am also one who has filled any grief I've felt over various losses in life with busy-ness. In some ways it helps one keep going, but we can also lose the colour of life, so to speak. Grief, anger, fear, joy... these are all deep emotions that make life real, and yet are difficult to experience at the same time.
Oh Linda, I am so sorry you went through that. We can’t control them, can we? And that helplessness feels so overwhelming. We can only love them, flaws and all. I am grateful I had so many good years with her. I’m finally allowing good memories to replace my grief.
Diane, so sad and to leave her children. I’m glad you can be there for them. I started writing again after my sis died two years ago. Like your friend’s death, my sister didn’t have to die. She died because she didn’t believe in doctors and that God would save her. It’s so difficult to watch someone you love act irrational. Sending you a hug.
Wow, Diane, thank you for sharing that post. I'm so sorry I missed it the first time around. Sometimes, though, the context has to be right to appreciate something truly.
Yes, as Jill said in a comment below, grief packs a wallop. The terrifying experience with your kids sets the stage. 🥺
Grief packs a wallop. The opening scene captures the way it must have felt when you got the news about Shari: swept under water and struggling to breathe. The waves of emotion surging in the wake of all the bad news. Yes, writers can be lightning rods, but lightning rods need grounding to work effectively. You're sea legs are sturdy.
Your words are always inspiring. I’m wobbling a bit, but getting there. Thank you, Jill
Thank you for sharing such a vulnerable post, Diane! This one made me stop and think.
I am also one who has filled any grief I've felt over various losses in life with busy-ness. In some ways it helps one keep going, but we can also lose the colour of life, so to speak. Grief, anger, fear, joy... these are all deep emotions that make life real, and yet are difficult to experience at the same time.
Thank you for your kind words. I finally feel like I am starting to get my head above water …
Oh Linda, I am so sorry you went through that. We can’t control them, can we? And that helplessness feels so overwhelming. We can only love them, flaws and all. I am grateful I had so many good years with her. I’m finally allowing good memories to replace my grief.
I’ve gained some perspective since I wrote that - and am finally able to recall the happier memories.
Diane, so sad and to leave her children. I’m glad you can be there for them. I started writing again after my sis died two years ago. Like your friend’s death, my sister didn’t have to die. She died because she didn’t believe in doctors and that God would save her. It’s so difficult to watch someone you love act irrational. Sending you a hug.