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Hi R,
For the course I'm doing, we've been working with a poem by Mary Oliver, called 'The Summer Day'. Funnily enough, I keep tripping over the line 'Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?'
Perhaps therapy is the place to discuss mortality, but I wish I wasn't spending so much time talking about grief.
Although it is true - 'the nature of grief is no more than small circles'.
Crawling towards Thursday recommences.
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'Somewhere up above the great divide Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light 'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin
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