Grief is a topic that for me bears both deeply personal and clinical interest. In wake of a recent necessary ending to a relationship, I found myself in one of the strange spaces that grief creates:
While the loss felt intensely painful, even catastrophic (I had dreams about half of Seattle disappearing into a giant sinkhole after an earthquake), as I was attentive to my sadness, I felt deeply grounded. It was a time marked (still being marked) by paradox—the loss was dark and black, but the world never felt more poignantly alive, even painfully so. I saw people’s faces differently. It was as if something had expanded in me and I had more capacity to hold them and see them as beautiful. I could say so much more, and this is just a brief sketch of all that I’m experiencing and pondering on the subject.
The subject of grief has arrested me, and I anticipate a deep-dive into the subject in hopes that I can uncover more of the meaning and importance of grief. I am coming to suspect that it has a close relationship to our capacity for joy; and conversely, that the nature of evil is actually a profound denial of grief. Theorists, artists, and other seasoned mourners that I’m learning from include Dr. Dan Allender, M. Scott Peck, Kazoh Kitamori, and Mindy Nettifee (plus many more!).