i live with grief. sometimes its shadow looms so large i’m swallowed into a bottomless pit. this part of the year will forever be marked by grief in all its forms. this month makes 4 years since i lost my mother to cancer.

as shed old skin and heal scarred wounds from years past, i also prepare myself for the cycle of grief that will continue. the continuum of re-generation from who i was to who i will become. writing and creating visuals diaries are helping me process, and make compost of my grief and severed limbs.

i wanted to reflect on the ceremony of letting go through the process of clearing out my closet. i wish it all was as simple as reorganizing my closet.

with gratitude,

r

CITATIONS

audre lorde, a burst of light and other essays, March 18, 1984, EN ROUTE TO ST. CROIX, VIRGIN ISLANDS:

»Dear goddess! Face-up again against the renewal of vows. Do not let me die a coward, mother. Nor forget how to sing. Nor forget song is a part of mourning
as light is a part of sun»