Grief often feels like darkness—an overwhelming loss of connection with the world and ourselves. In this episode, we reflect on Joseph Campbell’s The Blind Man at the Fair and Shel Silverstein’s The Bridge to understand grief as a journey of reawakening our emotional senses—empathy, compassion, and courage. Discover how, even in your darkest hour, you are sharpening the very traits that will guide you toward meaning, grace, and joy again. You’ve come this far—and the rest of the bridge is yours to cross.
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Shadows ~ A Poem by Djuna Barnes
Shadows
Djuna Barnes
A LITTLE trellis stood beside my head,
And all the tiny fruitage of its vine
Fashioned a shadowy cover to my bed,
And I was madly drunk on shadow wine!
A lily bell hung sidewise, leaning down,
And gowned me in a robe so light and long;
And so I dreamed, and drank, and slept, and heard
The lily’s song.
Lo, for a house, the shadow of the moon;
For golden money, all the daisy rings;
And for my love, the meadow at my side —
Thus tramps are kings!
