I continue to be in awe of how you express your grief and process in community. Your words bring me comfort as I process my own grief. I see you - you are held, and witnessed, and loved.
I remember the exact moment in time that the monks made the mandala in the student center - I was transfixed, too - and it's such an excellent lesson to keep pulling from. Thank you.
That’s very kind, Sophia. Thank you for being part of my journey, and for letting me be part of yours. Fun to also hear someone else’s recollection of that moment on campus all those years ago.
Thank you, Whitney. We’re enduring very different grief and yet it feels like we’re on a kindred journey. Appreciate your vulnerability. Learning a lot from the way you process grief and loss and memory.
I continue to be in awe of how you express your grief and process in community. Your words bring me comfort as I process my own grief. I see you - you are held, and witnessed, and loved.
I remember the exact moment in time that the monks made the mandala in the student center - I was transfixed, too - and it's such an excellent lesson to keep pulling from. Thank you.
That’s very kind, Sophia. Thank you for being part of my journey, and for letting me be part of yours. Fun to also hear someone else’s recollection of that moment on campus all those years ago.
Another great read, Matthew. You captured the complexity of grief so beautifully.
Thank you, Whitney. We’re enduring very different grief and yet it feels like we’re on a kindred journey. Appreciate your vulnerability. Learning a lot from the way you process grief and loss and memory.
Such beautiful and profound meaning making Matthew. Thank you for your gift🙏
I remember the monks and their sand mandalas. Your writing and the metaphor you’ve used create such a clear picture of your experience and your grief.