Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatches and don't take calls. When it's gentle, you go sailing, have a picnic, take a swim.
Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self. - Barbara Ascher
Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.
- Barbara Ascher
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps. - Barbara Ascher
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.
Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatc… - Barbara Ascher
Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatc…
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away. - Barbara Ascher
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.
Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart. Death reminds us th… - Barbara Ascher
Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart. Death reminds us th…
A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net. - Barbara Ascher
A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
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