I’ve been pretty quiet on the Internet these last few weeks. Not gone, just quiet.
It’s hard to talk about grief’s gifts without sounding maudlin, or insensitive to others’ experiences.
Strangely, it was easier for me to find words for grief right after my Dad died in February. Before COVID. Before my kids’ school lives were obliterated. Before Chadwick and Ruth and George. Before the fires. Before the election and its twisted aftermath. Before other losses, too private to talk about here.
I’m sitting in the charred ruins of my plans. I see them for the mirage they were. Not useless, simply mental exercises about a future I don’t control. The smoke is clearing.
Time is exquisite.
Surprise! We decided to close out this crazy year with something different; something that embraces imperfection, gives you a window into our silly sides, and hopefully gives you a laugh as we close out this tumultuous year.
We’re just a couple of weeks out from the end of 2020, a time when many people are likely thinking, FINALLY, THIS YEAR IS ALMOST OVER. In Episode 219, the last official episode of 2020, we reflect on this year of many feelings.
We’ve landed at the mother of all holiday months; a time that people typically gather in churches, synagogues, homes, or somewhere else. In Episode 218 of the Edit Your Life podcast, Christine and I talk about what we learned from our Thanksgiving experiences, and how to navigate holiday grief and joy, including what we’re embracing and leaning into this holiday season.
Post-election, Christine and I have more mental bandwidth for entertainment and learning. In Episode 217 of the Edit Your Life podcast, we share what we’re reading, watching, and experimenting with creatively and educationally. For links to resources we’ve mentioned, read the show notes on the Edit Your Life website.
I’m a writer who hasn’t been writing much. My creative energy is only now starting to peek out from under a year of personal grief, political anxiety, and pandemic reality. That energy feels like…hope. A shy hope that gradually emerged as the darkness of grief began to recede, and perked up when the 2020 election was called, and news of upcoming COVID vaccines appeared.
My gut is pointing me toward storytelling, because I believe stories can help us heal. I don’t have much more to go on than that, so while I loosen up my rusty writing fingers, I figure the best thing I can do is to read good stories. But where to begin?
I asked my friends to tell me their favorite storytellers (from any genre) and BOY did they come through.