On a weathered log by the harbor, I sat with a grief I could not put into words. My life of late has held a tsunami of losses, yet it felt like I shouldn't be sad in such a beautiful place. I now live in a town that, previously, I could only have dream… Read on blog or Reader Red Tent Living Read on blog or Reader Mourning the Living redtentwomen April 25 On a weathered log by the harbor, I sat with a grief I could not put into words. My life of late has held a tsunami of losses, yet it felt like I shouldn't be sad in such a beautiful place. I now live in a town that, previously, I could only have dreamed of. Every day, I can smell the sea, hear seagulls from my window and walk to the ocean. Yet there it was. Persistent. Implacable. Continue reading Mourning the Living Comment

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