In Episode 15 from my podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing, M wanted me to continue to reflect on my emptiness. The only thing I was sure of was I wasn’t sure of much. M spoke some difficult truths .M said suffering for all humans was unavoidable. I didn’t want to hear it, but I recognized its truth.
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Episode 14: Journey from Grief to Healing, The Feeling Of Emptiness Overwhelmed Me
In Episode 14 of my podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing, M asks me what I am feeling. She makes the distinction between how I feel and what I feel. It took me a while to process my grieving feelings. I described Babe’s death as an emptiness that could never be filled. M helps me to understand why the feeling emptiness accompanies grieving.
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https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/episode-15-the-feeling-of-emptiness-overwhelmed-me/
Episode 13: How Do You Heal A Broken Heart?
In Episode 13 of my Podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing I share my second grieving group experience. M wants to talk about what it feels like to have a broken heart. I told M Babe’s death shattered my heart into a 1000 pieces.
Comments, questions, or personal insights, email me at ray.brese@gmail.com.
You can listen to Episode 13 on all podcast applications or you can click the following link:
https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/episode-13-how-do-you-heal-a-broken-heart/
Episode 12: My Prayers Went Unanswered and My Grieving Went on Unabated
Episode 12 from my Podcast: Journey from Grief to Healing M wants me to journal about unanswered prayers. I knew I was angry with God for letting Babe die. I didn’t realize how angry I felt. This journal was difficult for me to write. I knew it had to be done. I couldn’t continue to stuff my anger.
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Episode 10: My Grieving and Suffering was Fueled by the Anger I Held Against the Hospital
Episode 10 from my Podcast: Journey From Grief to Healing. This was a tough journal entry. It opened up many raw wounds. I recalled my experiences with doctors and hospital administrators who cared more about financial status than about patients. The real heroes for me were the RN’s and CMA’s who were overworked and underpaid. My grieving andf suffering were open wounds.
You can listen to this episode on any podcast app. You can also click on the following link to listen to it.
https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/episode-10-my-grieving-and-suffering-was-impacted-by-the-anger-held-against-the-hospital/
Episode 9: The Grieving Process. Journaling Helps Me To Release My Anger
Episode 9 from my Podcast: Journey From Grief to Healing. My journaling continues to be hard but necessary work during my grieving journey. In Episode 9 I try to release the anger I felt toward the doctors who were treating Babe. I realize that holding onto the anger has one victim and the victim is me. You can listen to the podcast on your favorite podcast app or click on this link to listen to it now:
https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/episode-9-the-grieving-process-journaling-helps-me-to-release-my-anger/
Episode 8: Grieving and Suffering Wove their Way Through My Journal
Episode 8 from my Podcast: Journey from Grief to Healing: M encouraged me to journal as a way to get in touch with my emotions related to my grieving and accompanying suffering. I didn’t realize the depth and breadth of emotions I had been repressing as I grieved. I discovered journal is a big help in working through grief. You can listen to the podcast at this link on check it out on your favorite podcasting app.
https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/episode-8-grieving-and-suffering-touched-every-line-in-my-journal/
Episode 6: I Learned Everyone Grieves Differently
Episode 6 from my podcast Journey from Grief to Healing shares an important truth I learned by attending a grieving group. Those who attended the grieving group with me became my teachers. I learned that we all grieve differently. For each of us who grieve, the suffering hurts like hell. M encourages me to start making new friends.
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https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/i-learned-not-to-judge-we-all-grieve-differently/
Episode 5: My Grieving Group Experience
Attending a grieving group helped me. The first group I attended didn’t work out. But M pushed me to try another group and it was very beneficial. Listen to Episode 5 on my Podcast: Journey from Grief to Healing
https://raycalabrese.podbean.com/e/my-grieving-group-experience/
Poem for Today ~Tasting the Earth
Tasting the Earth
James Oppenheim
In a dark hour, tasting the Earth. /
As I lay on my couch in the muffled night, and the rain lashed at my window, / And my forsaken heart would give me no rest, no pause and no peace, / Though I turned my face far from the wailing of my bereavement… / Then I said: I will eat of this sorrow to its last shred, / I will take it unto me utterly, / I will see if I be not strong enough to contain it… / What do I fear? Discomfort? / How can it hurt me, this bitterness?
The miracle, then! / Turning toward it, and giving up to it, / I found it deeper than my own self… / O dark great mother-globe so close beneath me… / It was she with her inexhaustible grief, / Ages of blood-drenched jungles, and the smoking of craters, and the roar of tempests, / And moan of the forsaken seas, / It was she with the hills beginning / to walk in the shapes of the dark-hearted animals, / It was she risen, dashing away tears and praying to dumb skies, in the pomp-crumbling tragedy of man… / It was she, / container of all griefs, and the buried dust of broken hearts, / Cry of the christs and the lovers and the child-stripped mothers, / And ambition gone down to defeat, and the battle overborne, / And the dreams that have no waking…
My heart became her ancient heart: / On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life itself: / Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages…
There was dank soil in my mouth, / And bitter sea on my lips, / In a dark hour, tasting the Earth.
