Grief work is direction action.

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Last week, when I opened up to joy, grief rushed in with it. I sank inward. This morning I realized, maybe someone else needs to hear this too.⁠⠀
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We can make a sea of stones, but grief is like a tidal wave in the middle of the night. It pulls the stones, and you, under with it. ⁠⠀
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Grief and joy aren’t as separate as we like to think. Joy cannot protect us from grief. Grief does not erase joy. When we embrace joy, when we choose to love, we live with the very certainty that we will lose what we love.⁠ ⁠⠀
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“It’s terrifying to love one another this way, but it’s the way we need to love. Our own personal lives and our larger, global connected lives call us to love in this way.”⁠⠀
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This quote is from Megan Devine’s @refugeingrief book It’s Okay that You’re Not Okay. ⁠This book is for anyone who chooses to love.⁠⠀
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Grief work then becomes a kind of direct action. Devine mentions poet and activist Joanna Macy who also recognized this: ⁠⠀
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“People thought the public was apathetic. But I realized the etymology of the word was a reflection of what was so. [early 17th century: from French apathie, via Latin from Greek apatheia, from apathēs “without feeling,” from a- “without” plus pathos “suffering.”] It was not that people didn’t care or didn’t know, but that people were afraid to suffer. It was the refusal or the incapacity to suffer.⁠⠀
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“So this has been a lot of my work. To help people open to and become enamored of the idea that they’d really like to see what was going on. And to open the eyes and open the heart to discover, again and again, universally in the work, that acceptance of that discomfort and pain actually reflected the depths of your caring and commitment to life.”⁠ ⁠⠀
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Link: Interview with poet & activist Joanna Macy
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So when this small stone greeted me on a walk last week, I knew it was a metaphor. Its round form, its painted-on blue sky, its cheerful rainbow with the two white clouds at each end, all being slowly washed away by the rain. And yet, joy remained.⁠⠀
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[Photo. by @kbredbeck A little rock (described above) sits on a red brick wall surrounded by green plants and lichens. End.]

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