Grief Journal
If you are grieving, whether it stems from the loss of a loved one, an identity, a friendship, or a displacement, you are no doubt grappling with a sense of loss; a shifting reality encompassed by a myriad of unknowns. It can be a lonely, overwhelming, and isolating place to be. When we witness grief in another, we most often meet grief with food. We balance the bitter with the sweet, cold with warm and heavy, emptiness with abundance. It is our nature to feed grief. Grief can be a messenger, a teacher, and even a waymaker. Letting our grief be seen and heard opens us to wisdom, dreams, and power we would never access without having this conversation with ourselves. In recognition there is refuge. This journal gently invites grief to enter the room, pull up a chair, and sit with us around the kitchen table. We ask our grief, what do you crave?
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If you are grieving, whether it stems from the loss of a loved one, an identity, a friendship, or a displacement, you are no doubt grappling with a sense of loss; a shifting reality encompassed by a myriad of unknowns. It can be a lonely, overwhelming, and isolating place to be. When we witness grief in another, we most often meet grief with food. We balance the bitter with the sweet, cold with warm and heavy, emptiness with abundance. It is our nature to feed grief. Grief can be a messenger, a teacher, and even a waymaker. Letting our grief be seen and heard opens us to wisdom, dreams, and power we would never access without having this conversation with ourselves. In recognition there is refuge. This journal gently invites grief to enter the room, pull up a chair, and sit with us around the kitchen table. We ask our grief, what do you crave?
5.5x8.5 in
If you are grieving, whether it stems from the loss of a loved one, an identity, a friendship, or a displacement, you are no doubt grappling with a sense of loss; a shifting reality encompassed by a myriad of unknowns. It can be a lonely, overwhelming, and isolating place to be. When we witness grief in another, we most often meet grief with food. We balance the bitter with the sweet, cold with warm and heavy, emptiness with abundance. It is our nature to feed grief. Grief can be a messenger, a teacher, and even a waymaker. Letting our grief be seen and heard opens us to wisdom, dreams, and power we would never access without having this conversation with ourselves. In recognition there is refuge. This journal gently invites grief to enter the room, pull up a chair, and sit with us around the kitchen table. We ask our grief, what do you crave?
5.5x8.5 in
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