It's funny how serendipity works. A post on X about an article on grief led to finding Nnenna Freelon's Great Grief podcast. A standout episode was this one, in which grief speaks for herself. For your humble blogger, the concept that particularly hit was that of imagination being the secret. "I'm not one to give advice", she says, "...but I will share this with you. Imagination...There's your secret." Grief, playing a teacher role for me right now, has shown me that imagination is an especially necessary tool in the kit to deal with her. When grief hits, it's not easy to see beyond sorrow. Imagination is definitely helpful when trying to put one foot in front of the other. Imagining (or at least trying to imagine) something beyond the pain of loss is important when dealing with death is essential or else you'll be stuck in the pain.
How is imagination working for me now? It's seeing grief as the aforementioned teacher, or a wave to ride when it comes, like surfing. Sometimes, it's a moonlit river coaxing you along the path laid along it's banks. Many times, it's picturing yourself getting through each movement you have to make through the day. That's where your humble blogger is at right now.
