Other cultures have set rituals for this process. To release their grief as a community. Some drum around a fire and call on ancient deities, some burn Sage and Rosemary, some immerse themselves in the ocean, and some simply come together and vent. I realized that we Americans have buried ourselves in isolation and its negative side effects prevent us from our innate need to be a community.
We are designed for community, to come together in unity, to express joy together and sorrow. Instead, we want our own islands.
I don’t want my own island anymore. I want to be in a sea of people that I can experience life with. Quilt, dine, cry, laugh, wed, swim, soar, pray, smudge, workout, and binge eat with. You know, life.
Sounds amazing. I’m going to create that wherever I go, at work, my neighborhood, the grocery store…yeah.
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