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What To Do When You Feel Crazy

When Grief Makes Us Feel Crazy

"My emotions are erratic. My mind either churns or completely shuts down. I can't rest. I'm always on the verge of tears," Claudia shared. 

Grief Confusion - When We Don't Know Which Way is Up

"I don't know which end is up. I'm so confused," Donna said.

When A Loved One Passes To Heaven, What Happens To Them?

The Moment that we pass from the Physical World to Heaven, we are immediately filled with love. If you took the most love that you have ever felt in your entire life and multiply it by infinity, then, you may then begin to understand the feeling of Heaven.

Ashes Release Prayer Poem

As the wind picks up your ashes

And they fly throughout the air

The More We Know About Heaven, The More Love We May Carry With Our Losses

There isn’t one thing that I could say that would ease your pain that you carry because the physical presence of your loved one who has Graduated to Heaven is no longer here.  You miss their smile, their touch, their physical presen

I Brush Against You Softly


I brush against you softly

As I wipe away your tear

The Season Has Ended (The Dream)

The season has ended. Blossoms of purples and whites fill my sight. I pass through the fields of heather and look beyond the sea. A peacefulness settles in the misty dew surrounding my body and filling my senses. I am with someone. A beautiful feeling of pure and abundant love emanates sparkles of light that reach deep within my soul. It is my son. He reaches for my hand and helps me up.

Being Really Freaking Brave

Yesterday I did something that was a little bit brave. Actually it wasn't a little bit brave it was huge big freaking deal brave.  I met with a guy who is here in Thailand who has traveled here from the states planning to confront his father who killed his mother when he was just 7 years old.  His father did jail time and was then sent back to Thailand. 

What I said to My Father's Killer, Tell The Truth Even If Your Voice Shakes and Your Leg Shakes

I am having de ja vue.   The bench I am sitting on is hard. The air is cold. My younger brother is sitting beside me. My stomach is in my throat. The lights are bright and then I see him.

He is 56 and frail. His hair thinning and he grows it long, combs it back just like my father did.   His glasses are the same as the last time I saw him. I was 16 then and 33 now.

Disquieting Muses At the Grocery Store

( This was written 14 days after my sister's murder )

Disquieting Muses at the Grocery Store

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad—Sylvia Plath

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