Earth Poet Edge Weaver

Communal Grief Tending

Inside us is a grief so old it doesn't have a name. The grief of the loss of belonging the dominant culture takes for reality.

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This grief lingers in the shame- filled loneliness that pervades so many lives. It rests unsettled in the asphalt pavements covering the roots of old-growth forests.

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This grief hides in the existential longing of young people whose gifts have not been nurtured. And aches in the memories of the displaced ancestors buried in our bones.

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When witnessed, this grief is an opening, an initiation into dark beauty, the fierce lamentation for all that we love and will lose.

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This page will soon contain resources for communal grief-tending.