"In regards to “Grieving in ways we never had to”… I recently (for the first time admittedly) read Lamentations in the Bible. I take religion with a grain of understanding people get it wrong, including me, however I broke down in tears reading it because clearly, spiritual, man-kind has been here before. Culturally, we’ve been at the Vanity Fair for the last century… party, party, party at the Gasby’s till someone’s floating in the pool face down, oh well, next distraction … but now, NOW our whole culture is about to experience MOURNING for the first time on a global level. Time to knit some sack cloth- it will be the new “IT ITEM” for Fall…. not to be a downer, just noting it’s seems to be a reappearing, natural, even normal, part of our existence that we’ve been blindly putting off for quite some time. The oneness of healing comes after we mourn together ❤️ Anons have open arms, open channels, bracing for impact." — private email, shared with permission.

We have been so cavalier about life & death for far too long & humanities reintroduction to the undiluted emotion of grief is going to be a hard stop on all fronts. Global mourning is going to be unavoidable and seemingly unbearable.
I had read of wailing in the Bible many times and always just took it for really REALLY sad crying. You know, crying is crying…isn’t it?
I was speaking with my neighbor in our drive after feeding my dogs one morning and my husband drives up & joins us. After a minute, he mentions our daughter called him & told him she just got her Covid shot. He didn’t have a clue what he dumped on me. After making certain he said what he said my hands came up & I said I had to go inside. I made it to the house with them watching me & as soon as I closed the door & was alone, it came from somewhere deep inside me, the sound wasn’t human. It was loud & violent, convulsing my whole body. Scared me & my little dogs. It didn’t stop….for hours, alone wailing.

I was about to write a comment & then this flashed up on my phone so I’ll share this 🙏

This made tears well up just reading this. My heart aches for her and many others. I've shed many tears over many years and I know the sound she made, my heart has screamed like that before. Being awake is a gift but that gift comes with many wounds and scars. I have so much I wanted to say to this but I just can't seem to find the right words. I just really understand the horrible pain she feels deeply. It's all to familiar and until this is over it remains close to the surface.