I’ve been out in the field, way out in a space of grieving.
On July 11 my father passed away. He had been ill for a few months and I travelled to see him several times. The last time I visited him he was already half way gone in a coma at a hospice in Calgary. In the company of my mother, my 2 sisters and my niece, I was with him as he died.
It was my first “close up” experience with death and I can still feel its resonance. My father’s rattling breath still echoes within me. It is still too raw to write about but I have a space within me to store the words for a later day.
In all the waiting and emotion I have neglected my work. It is time to come back to it, to come out of the place of holding and waiting to create.