Summer Gathering 2017
We would like to thank everyone who attended our Summer Gathering this year and who helped make the event so successful.
Below, you can find the texts of the readings we used at the event.
The Edge of Grief: A Summer Reflection
By Ellen Frankel
Will it ever stop hurting so much? Will we ever get over the grief?
These were the questions being put on the table by participants in a support group I was facilitating for those who were recently bereaved. They debated the often cited notion that time heals all wounds, for the wounds they brought into that room were large, deep gashes, raw and oozing and too tender to touch. It was nearly impossible for most of those present that night to imagine a time when the pain would ever be bearable. There was “before” and now there was “after.” The death of their loved one turned their hearts inside out, and their lives upside down.
As a bereavement counselor, it is my job to help create a safe space to give voice to the unspeakable, and to companion others in their grief journey as they travel into the wilderness of their soul in search of their own inner knowing and truth.
But it’s a messy business, this grief work. There is no GPS saying where to turn, or when to recalculate, or when you will ever arrive at your destination.
One man asked, “Does it ever go away, this pain? Do we ever really heal after losing someone we loved?”
His question resonated with the group members and they began discussing and exploring with one another. One woman, whose mother died a couple of months prior asked another member who had lost her loved one nearly a year ago if the grief changes at all, and if so, how? While they talked, I listened. Then a group member turned to me and asked, “What do you think? Do we ever get over the pain of our loss? Does the grief ever end?”
I waited a moment, thinking how I wanted to respond as their group facilitator, but before I could get the words out of my head, my broken heart answered from its own truth instead. The words came from my heart as a daughter whose father had died a year ago, and as I spoke them, I heard them for the first time.
This is what I told them:
When you break a glass on the kitchen floor, you have to be careful when you go to clean up. The glass is sharp — so very sharp — so as you pick it up, piece by piece, you have to go slowly, touch the glass cautiously because even the slightest encounter with the edge can pierce your skin and you hurt and you bleed. The shards of glass are harsh and the edges cut deeply.
Now imagine that those broken pieces of glass have been thrown into the ocean. They are at the mercy of the current and have to let go into the forces of nature. Some days the ocean roars with big forceful waves and the glass
And at some point, there you are, on a warm, sunny July day, walking along the seashore when you stop because just in front of you, sitting amidst pebbles and rocks and periwinkle shells is a piece of sea glass. You bend down to pick it up, marveling at your good fortune to find this treasure. Holding it in your hands you feel its smoothness and the places where the sea glass might have a slight ridge. You can rub it on all of its sides, for no longer are
With tenderness and
That is how grief can change, I told the group members. Those are the edges of grief.
Menachem Mendel of Kotzk, the great Hassidic Rebbe said, “Nothing is as whole as a broken heart.” I think that is why so many people on the beach, children and adults alike, feel that finding sea glass is like finding a treasure. When we hold a piece of sea glass, we hold in our hands what was once part of something broken, something that was sharp and painful to the touch. When we hold it after its time of being housed in the ocean of life, it becomes stronger in the broken places and each small piece we find tells us that we too are a treasure. We too can grow stronger from our grief. A friend of mine, who lost three family members within a two-year period, told me that each loss has made her a kinder person. Each loss has made her softer at the edges.
I looked into the faces of the group members, and we all took a moment to look at one another and breathe. Our broken hearts understood this in a way that allowed us to look at the gnawing gash of our wounds and understand that even in our pain, healing had already begun. Even in our most piercing and painful moments, the edges of grief are touching the forces of nature, the
Ellen Frankel is a bereavement counselor at Care Dimensions, a non-profit hospice organization in Massachusetts, and is the author of numerous books including the novel Syd Arthur, about a middle-aged, suburban Jewish woman and her search for enlightenment 2,500 years after her namesake Siddhartha, the historical Buddha. You can visit her
The Story Goes On
By Emma Gillespie
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The lines on your face are signatures
of the people and
You’ve been collecting
to paint in all the books you’ll give to your children.
And the story goes on…
Every moment felt and every tear lost in rain.
When you thought that you were by yourself,
couldn’t hear them calling your name.
Still the story goes on anyway.
And time flies like pages
in a storm that never sleeps.
We grow we grow through the ages,
forever dance along like leaves.
When you lay down for the longest sleep
arms lay still in their sleeves.
This body now you do not need
soul sailing high, they’re waiting for you now.
The story goes on…
We grow we grow, we go on.
by Mother Teresa
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise,
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
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