tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post8421450823508745826..comments2023-10-22T09:53:27.978-04:00Comments on Desert Year: Scavenger HuntGannet Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374279595560691174noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post-817603419085168812009-07-09T20:26:49.590-04:002009-07-09T20:26:49.590-04:00Yes, as Sabrina said, shalom, GG, shalom.
The sen...Yes, as Sabrina said, shalom, GG, shalom.<br /><br />The senior pastor of the church you'll be at in the Fall sounds centered. I hope so--what a huge gift that would be!<br /><br />As always, thank you for sharing.Katherine E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06322364633534297714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post-31352794262284857662009-07-06T18:21:52.412-04:002009-07-06T18:21:52.412-04:00To you I say, just do what works for you. The grie...To you I say, just do what works for you. The grief is too deep to add the burden of pleasing others. <br />KarenKarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14519140951660677172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post-84416096805590287872009-07-06T09:48:23.302-04:002009-07-06T09:48:23.302-04:00Authentic. You. True. Not always "pretty&q...Authentic. You. True. Not always "pretty". Life. I would say, no you have not short-circuited your grief.Elaine (aka...Purple) https://www.blogger.com/profile/09439199680556347830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post-51343334814539408672009-07-05T12:01:53.140-04:002009-07-05T12:01:53.140-04:00The implication by the therapist and others remind...The implication by the therapist and others reminds me of our one attempt at attending a famous support group for bereaved parents. It was powerful to speak our experience and to hear that of the other parents, but the moderator (a woman who had lost a child about a decade before) was a disaster....She commented on, trivialized, or psychoanalyzed each person's sharing and made it impossible to return. My husband mentioned in passing that he was getting more work done that summer on his M.S.E.E. thesis than he had during spring term. And she jumped in "You're working so hard because you're repressing your grief." Uh, no, he was working so hard because he had a deadline to graduate--and he had more time to do it in because spring term he had taken a turn as primary caregiver for a fifteen month old while I did Latin and four doctoral seminars. <br /><br />I also resonate with your contrast between your work area and your husband's, which was precisely the same for us. I found some escape in work, especially as it was the huge but finite task of theology, and a little language, coursework. (Several years later when I was performing the open-ended, infinite tasks of dissertation writing and teaching it was much harder, and unfortunately the one year statute of limitations on grief had expired so most people did not get this at all). But it still meant I had to think and read and write about God all the time, and God was not always high on my list. I remember telling a professor that, since I was on stipend, some days I just had to think of it as what paid the rent...Dr. Laura Marie Grimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10372741914558791844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516914894527254464.post-64984116061275192602009-07-04T21:46:11.646-04:002009-07-04T21:46:11.646-04:00Thank you for yet another beautiful reflection. Yo...Thank you for yet another beautiful reflection. You not only receive imperfect gifts with great grace, you share good gifts eloquently! Shalom!Rev SShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14661507940053055640noreply@blogger.com