Emily Dickinson said, “‘hope’ is the thing with feathers – that perches in the soul -…”. What then is grief?
“Grief” is the thing of stone
That perches in the soul –
And presses hard without a sound –
And never stops – at all – (BB)
Volker died 28 years ago. Incredible. Can it really be? Time is such a peculiar thing.
This is one day of the year I “take off” — I take off from work, from socialization. I spend it mostly alone with my dog. Once again this year I headed to Goderich, to the water, to a leash-free dog park.
I think what I like most about my day off is that both grief and hope reside without conflict in my soul.