Grief is like the wind. When it’s blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatches and don’t take calls.

Grief is like the wind. When it’s blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatches and don’t take calls.
BARBARA ASCHER

Blow Grief Running
When it’s gentle, you go sailing, have a picnic, take a swim.
BARBARA ASCHER

Gentle Picnic Sail Swim
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.
BARBARA ASCHER

Baby Naps Smell
Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart.
BARBARA ASCHER

Destiny Heart Sibling
A red brick Presbyterian church… captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
BARBARA ASCHER

Butterfly Church Vines
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.
BARBARA ASCHER

Blood Moving Voyages
Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.
BARBARA ASCHER

Joy Self Solitary
Death reminds us that we are part of the same river, the same flow from the same source, rushing towards the same destiny. Were you close? Yes, but we didn’t know it then.
BARBARA ASCHER

Death Remind River Same Source

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