It happened
at a friend’s house.
Thankfully…
My host
helped facilitate my Syracuse discussion, 5
Steps to Heal Grief.
As hard as
I try to tell people that my focus is on healing, or healing grief, or, as I
say “learning to live our best lives, even in the face of adversity,” people
always say, “She’s giving a workshop on grief.”
Even my
dearest friend, whom I haven’t had a great deal of time to share my work and
ideas and philosophy with as she leads a full life some two-plus hours from me.
“I like to
say that my work picks up where grief leaves off, that The Five Facets
Philosophy (T5FP) begins in the space where grief begins to soften,” I said to
her while we discussed the day’s event.”
“People
tend to shoehorn me into grief,” I continued, gesturing to simulate stuffing
something into a space, “why, a few days ago I received an invitation to become
a grief specialist…”
“Wait…is
that right? Shoehorn?”
“Is that
the right word?”
“I don’t
think that’s the right euphemism…” I babbled on.
A fine
editor and word aficionado and an even greater friend (she didn’t erupt into
laughter), she knew exactly what I meant…
“I think
it’s pigeonhole,” she said…
Shorehorns…fences…pigeonholes…
There were
many other Moments that made me smile or feel warm and fuzzy or just flat out
appreciative of the people and places and promises that are all around me.
But, since
I’m spending the weekend traveling and will return home just in time to watch
Big Guy’s team play their state cup game, I’m going to let this Annah-Ism stand
in…
Laughter
always fills that happy organ inside of us, doesn’t it?
With
love and a bit of laughter for you, my magical friends…
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