Creative Wordshops Newsletter November 2020
Dear seeker of words and images
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?” “You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and you’ve ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it’s a blessing?” – Jalaluddin Rumi
The Cup of Grief
Grief keeps the heart flexible, fluid, and open to others. (Francis Weller)
Peter Fox, my friend, showed me recently. Francis Weller’s, The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief. (see youtube video Newschool Comonweal Oct 2016) So grief arrives once again on this month’s newsletter radar.
To write of grief is to write of love- not only in their spacial co-habitation but also in volume – the galaxies of words that have hosted these two shooting stars ever since the first person scratched the first signs and symbols of sorrow in the sand. This letter is rich in a scattering of quotes that have inspired my spaceship’s navigation in such a fathomless cosmos.
The cosmos nescientia – the cosmos of unknowing. Here be skydragons, hurled rocks racing through space. From an unfolding galaxy of light years of literature, I share a scattering, a handful of grief stars. They remain constant even in the unseen dazzle of the joy of the day.