The Time of Year

Jul. 25, 2022

"Grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares our refusal to live numb and small. There is something feral about grief, something essentially outside the ordained and sanctioned behaviors of our culture. Because of that, grief is necessary to the vitality of the soul. Contrary to our fears, grief is suffused with life-force.... It is not a state of deadness or emotional flatness. Grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated. It resists the demands to remain passive and still. We move in jangled, unsettled, and riotous ways when grief takes hold of us. It is truly an emotion that rises from the soul.

~ Francis Weller: https://www.francisweller.net/

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Jul. 25, 2022

 August comes around with increasing speed. It seems no time since I was talking about Aoife last. I find myself asking does it ever recede into a bank of resolved experiences? I find myself answering in the negative, I don’t think any parent ever loses that raw jab which continues to come and visit from time to time when we least expect it. My friend David Wyse lost his mother recently. He found that Francis Weller quote which certainly speaks to me.

Aoife too is my unashamed muse. She draws me to write about her constantly. Here is another for her on her eighteenth anniversary. Read, enjoy, pass it on send me some feedback.

Art: Jowie Lim @JowieLimArt

Jul. 25, 2022

If she still walked on planet Earth
would she still flibertigibbet along

and would she be out there in middle age
with banners and flags and arguments

and would her children be like whirlwinds
as she was flying about the place

all bright and shouty and moody
bringing our current brood out

and leading them into all kinds
of divillment and wreaking havoc

and who would have sired them
that big Latin-European boy maybe

and to where in the world would
we have chased to be with them

early morning half sleep memory
whips up a whirlwind of panic

as if it were just yesterday
we first learned of her going


Peter Clarke