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So this weekend, instead of writing my entry, I went camping. It was the time of Samhain and one of the local SCA groups was hosting the event. They always have a bonfire for people to say goodbye to their loved ones, make wishes for the coming year, and release the grief built up over time.
This year one Lady came with a bag, she'd been diagnosed with cancer 2 year prior, and had saved every wristband from every hospital stay, chemo and radiation treatment, and surgery. She announced that as of that weekend, she was cancer free. And she threw those bands into the fire.
I added my log for Kharma, who we lost in May. My therapist, the World's Greatest Headshrinker, tells me that I cling to grief, instead of feeling it and releasing it. And so I fall apart, months after loss, when the grief ball gets too big.
The Priestess who blesses the fire said as she wandered the site, gathering the materials for her head wreath and reading the omens, she saw signs of snakes. An element of change. And butterflies. An element of growth.
And so my log was in remembrance of Kharma, my underbite Princess, my last link to Loki, she was a Bitch.
And to change and grow through grief.
And the fire burned...
This year one Lady came with a bag, she'd been diagnosed with cancer 2 year prior, and had saved every wristband from every hospital stay, chemo and radiation treatment, and surgery. She announced that as of that weekend, she was cancer free. And she threw those bands into the fire.
I added my log for Kharma, who we lost in May. My therapist, the World's Greatest Headshrinker, tells me that I cling to grief, instead of feeling it and releasing it. And so I fall apart, months after loss, when the grief ball gets too big.
The Priestess who blesses the fire said as she wandered the site, gathering the materials for her head wreath and reading the omens, she saw signs of snakes. An element of change. And butterflies. An element of growth.
And so my log was in remembrance of Kharma, my underbite Princess, my last link to Loki, she was a Bitch.
And to change and grow through grief.
And the fire burned...
