My husband attended a particularly dreary doctor’s appointment with me in November, and afterwards he took me to the Asheville Arboretum for a mental reprieve. These pictures were taken from that fall afternoon.
Looking at the last rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, I didn’t focus on how beautiful nature’s shadow was. I thought of grief. And how it never quite leaves you. These pictures inspired this blog…
They say time heals all wounds. But what they see and what we feel is quite different.
The day we lose a loved one– a SHADOW is cast.
It starts as a deep wound, bleeding from the initial stabbing of grief, then mutates into a purulent oozing sore. The infection seeps into every cell and crevice, ensuring the pain and depression is systemic. Our body becomes a host to the…
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