[FBT] on Grief and Gardening

One of you once wrote me that “Grief is strange, oddly supple, and rises up in very peculiar waves.” Supple. Merriam Webster provides several definitions to this word that, when applied to grief, are so, so interesting. Supple is “compliant often to the point of obsequiousness”. Merriam Webster then uses the pairing “fawning attentiveness” to define obsequiousness and I have to think that the editors have a particular sense of humour. Supple is also “easy and fluent without stiffness or awkwardness”, according to our dear friend, the dictionary. How curious and how true. Grief receives my fawning attention. It is easy and fluent and as natural and pure as breathing. It is every emotion smashed into the body at a cellular level. At some point, it became comforting, an acknowledgement that I have experienced love, that I am alive, that I am connected to it all. It is strange, oddly supple, and rises up in very peculiar waves. What’s left behind >…