From Grief to Joy
The long road home lead me into some uncharted territory. I left a cabin in the hollow, a community of goats and chickens, friends, employment and Waldorf training in Sonoma County to reunite with family a days drive away. And on the road to recovery, I lost my father. He made his transition in February, and we held his memorial in March. I thought that I was prepared to handle the grief that was before me, but I was wrong. As I allowed my mind, body and soul to endure the feelings arising with grief, it allowed me to deepen in love, compassion, and understanding for myself and the loss, and along with family, I held myself in loving embrace as the grief moved through me.