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transitions | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for posts with tag: transitions. Laquo; Older Entries. Music of the Spheres. March 1, 2016. I try to hear a rhythm in the rain, a haphazard pattern almost there. I’ve been learning about counterpoint and variation with our son and everything seems to be made of music, of repeated imagery, broken up with altered patterns and we note the numbers underlining it all, the circles of fifth that encase us and we are this song. Steam rises up from the new flue outside our window. I...
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our son | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for posts with tag: our son. Laquo; Older Entries. July 16, 2016. Now I process everything, up and out from the dust filled corners and the dark places that hide around the back, to the joy and the lightness that come from a full world and when the feelings make no sense –. My washing has finished but my stomach still churns. I must check my newsfeed. We are all connected. When bad things happen in good bikinis. Music of the Spheres. March 1, 2016. The unseen farmer interrupts ...
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anniversary | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for posts with tag: anniversary. Laquo; Older Entries. February 15, 2015. It’s getting close now, it’s February 5th, moving around again, noting the dates as you can’t help doing. Our son is off in the frost, no winter coat. It’s not the done thing as it’s more to manage at the other end. Bags and bustle to organise so you don’t need anything else to complicate the process even if it makes you slightly cold. I believe he probably would. I guess he’s down the long road now...
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friends | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for posts with tag: friends. Laquo; Older Entries. July 16, 2016. Now I process everything, up and out from the dust filled corners and the dark places that hide around the back, to the joy and the lightness that come from a full world and when the feelings make no sense –. My washing has finished but my stomach still churns. I must check my newsfeed. We are all connected. When bad things happen in good bikinis. January 11, 2015. They were on their way to the Registrars, they w...
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parenting | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for category: parenting. Laquo; Older Entries. Music of the Spheres. March 1, 2016. I try to hear a rhythm in the rain, a haphazard pattern almost there. I’ve been learning about counterpoint and variation with our son and everything seems to be made of music, of repeated imagery, broken up with altered patterns and we note the numbers underlining it all, the circles of fifth that encase us and we are this song. A repeated song, a variation on a theme. The music of our life.
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Taoism | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Upon completion comes fulfilment. With fulfilment comes liberation. Liberation allows you to go on. Even death is not a true ending. Life is infinite continuation. With each turn of the wheel you go further. With each turn of the wheel comes continuation. Turn the wheel of your life. And persevere with joy. 365 Tao – Deng Ming-Dao. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Or leave a trackback: Trackback URL. Enter your comment here.
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beginnings | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for posts with tag: beginnings. January 11, 2015. That was the last time we visited. We talked on the final stretch of the journey home. She hadn’t seemed that interested in the things you needed to say and you felt it wouldn’t be worth the effort to divert our route south again. But she still promised to re-upholster our settees. We confirmed phone numbers and emails, she vowed she’d get back to us but of course she never did. The re-upholstering of the girl I used to be.
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Connection | The Tao of Grief
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Sitting Comfortably | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Laquo; The Final Frontier – Part 2. January 11, 2015. That was the last time we visited. We talked on the final stretch of the journey home. She hadn’t seemed that interested in the things you needed to say and you felt it wouldn’t be worth the effort to divert our route south again. But she still promised to re-upholster our settees. We confirmed phone numbers and emails, she vowed she’d get back to us but of course she never did. The re-upholstering of the girl I used to be. You are c...
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beginnings | The Tao of Grief
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The Tao of Grief. Archives for category: beginnings. Music of the Spheres. March 1, 2016. I try to hear a rhythm in the rain, a haphazard pattern almost there. I’ve been learning about counterpoint and variation with our son and everything seems to be made of music, of repeated imagery, broken up with altered patterns and we note the numbers underlining it all, the circles of fifth that encase us and we are this song. A repeated song, a variation on a theme. The music of our life. Steam rises up from the...