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May 19Liked by Erin p Meehan

‘How strange this missing body when everything feels alive’ I feel this deeply right now in my process of grieving my father and paying all my attention to the grief. I also align with all that Thay says about our ancestors live through us so our freedom free them too! Nothing is ever lost. Thank you for this beautiful series and sharing your vulnerability 💜

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Swarmali, I'm so touched that you found a resonance, thank you for sharing this with me. The strangeness of grief, as the world continues and we are unsure where to place our love is such a solitary process, and yet we mirror eachother in our need to understand this human experience in some kind of way, this back and forth of griefs process is delicate and fierce at the same time. I wish you all the expanses, caves, the reimaginings, you need as you mourn your father. I am certain he is overjoyed to know and feel this attention you pay to your grief. What a gift!

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May 20Liked by Erin p Meehan

You said it so perfectly Erin, indeed the gift of attention through this traversal through grief is necessary and I feel less solitary doing this besides somebody like you. I feel so touched and alive to be connected and read your words friend. 💜

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I’m so touched! Deep reverence to you, and glad we have crossed paths 💫

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Yes 🕯️

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