Grief is a kind of breach within time. Loss is a metered distance in the measures of our days, marking the ending of one passage or phrase, and holding the tension in the expectant tempo of the next. Grief enforces a pause. Loss enlists a lingering. And so, we wait...
The Absent-Presence...
The Absent-Presence...
The Absent-Presence...
Grief is a kind of breach within time. Loss is a metered distance in the measures of our days, marking the ending of one passage or phrase, and holding the tension in the expectant tempo of the next. Grief enforces a pause. Loss enlists a lingering. And so, we wait...