Thoughts on Place & Grief.
In many ways I feel that who I am depends on where I am. This week has been one of the most bizarre and scary weeks, between COVID, loss, California fires, and heat. I miss home. I miss the rainy, humid, heat. I miss sporadic thunderstorms and heavy rain for 10 minutes. I was talking recently about my grieving process. I discovered that it is so linked to place, that I don’t start processing grief until I’m in a certain environment, or maybe that processing looks so different I don’t even recognize it as grief. For some reason, where I am now doesn’t feel like that environment. I’m so accustomed to being in community tied to a place & often communal grieving is how I grieve. But how do I process grief without community or place?