The Grief that does not speak…


“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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There is no doubt in my mind that using words is therapeutic.  My blog has given me so much more than I have ever put into it.  I have met people through my blog that real life would never have introduced me to and they are all people I definitely was meant to meet.  Life is better by far for knowing them.  For knowing YOU.  I sit here in my ‘corner office’, tucked up in my bed, typing my heart out onto the internet, and people raise their hands and say “over here, Rach, me too!”.  I am heartened by the connections and community.  I am grateful for a place to explain the things that I find hard to fit into regular conversations.  I have growing optimism about my role in this life, why I am here, what it is I am to do.  Who I am, even.

Thank you so much for reading my words.

Tell me who you are, too? Many of you have stories of your own, words that have been waiting to be expressed.  Many of you have been waiting for the right time to write them.  This is your time. I would like to invite you to share some of your writing, here.  Poetry, stories, reflections, collected thoughts.  All types of writing welcome.  If you would like to share, my place is your place.  Gather your words and publish them in a comment below.

I can’t wait to read yours.

Let’s get our words together, lest the grief that does not speak knits up our o-er wrought hearts and bids them break.

Arohanui X