It is almost two months since my new book Beauty in the Ashes: Learning to Lament was released. I have tried to start this blog post a number of times since then, but the emotions have been so large, and the words have been so elusive that it would not settle into anything cohesive.
Like Mary I have had to treasure up all these things and ponder them in my heart, until I was able to put words to them. So here is a random collection of thoughts after my book launch.
Release is an interesting word, and so appropriate for this journey of taking words, giving them form, and letting them go into the world. Up until launch date I had control. I chose the words. I placed them carefully. I worked through the edits and design process, with others yes, but ultimately the final decision was mine.
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I have spent this weekend with an amazing group of women on a writing retreat. We all arrived at the tiny monastery town with our journals and our laptops, our fears and our expectations. We spent the weekend writing, chatting, and walking around the beautiful peace-filled grounds of New Norcia. And then on the last night we sat around in a circle and shared our writing. A beautiful gathering of women with stories in their hands, offering their fragile hearts and words to one another.
It was beautiful and it was profound.
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The trees are dark
and closing in
You don’t know how
you found yourself
but you did
You are tired
slump to the ground
The reality of life
there is no clear
just this place
in these woods
in the gloom
May you know
that it is okay
to find yourself
on the forest floor
May you not reject
but pull them over you
like a soft blanket
May you know how
just by getting up
And when you
may you see
a soft light
She was my age. Younger actually as her birthday is in July.
We grew up together, I was at her wedding, she was at mine, we were in home group together.
Yesterday, I was at her funeral.
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It was beautiful.
As you take that deep breath,
The one that fills your battered lungs with enough air for the tears to fall once more.
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