Beth Morey's Blog, page 26

On Silence, Fear, and Saying My Daughter's Name

Yesterday, I went to a support group.  One that I helped create, for women affected by the death of a baby before, during, and after birth.

I have to confess -- I was so nervous.  Nervous that I would be a disappointment, a let down.  Nervous that I would not find the courage or space to speak.  Nervous that I would not be liked, that I would find myself an outsider in this tender place where belonging feels essential.

Of course, I needn't have worried.  As one of the o...

When a Writer is Lost For Words

I don't know what to say.

Your over-the-top, grace-full, raining-down-love response to last week's post has left me speechless.

What to say when you bare your not-enough-ness, words raw and strained, and the ones who read those words cup them gently close as with a broken winged bird and whisper love?

And so I will say the only thing I can, which of course cannot convey the way tears of gratitude coursed down my face as I read your notes of encouragement and "me, too" and offers to come and clea...

In the Art Studio: Big Things are Happening . . .

Big things are happening in the art studio (where "art studio" means my art table shoved into a corner of our basement) . . .


I can't wait to share more with you.  Details are coming June 1(ish)!
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When Grief's Legacy is Fear

 Exactly one year and six months ago (yesterday), my husband and I said hello and then goodbye to our daughter, Eve.  When the doctor told us that she’d died inside of me, I didn’t see how I was going to survive her birth, much less the days and weeks and months of life-without-her that lay ahead.

In fact, I hoped that I wouldn’t survive.

In the day’s wait that lay between me and the induction that would bring Eve’s body into this world, whenever my benumbed mind managed to grasp at a...

In Which I Stop Silencing Myself and Tell You the Truth

I don't know how to write this.  It's been too long since I've leaked crimson soul into the world through these words, and I've forgotten how.

Or maybe I am just afraid.

So I take a deep breath and start spilling.  I'll try not to pause, because that's when the fear slips in and the truth gets buried.

Because the truth is -- I've lost my voice.  Not my physical voice, but the one that matters far more.  I've been silenced.

Or really, I've silenced myself.

I don't know when I s...

Taking a Break From Memorial Drawings

If you follow me on Facebook, you may have seen the new Not Forgotten memorial drawings for babies gone too soon that I've posted as I finish them.  It has been a humbling and vulnerable and beautiful experience to create this sweet imaginings that ease babylost mamas' hearts just a little.  Thank you to everyone who has allowed me to draw your sweet child.

But . . . I need to take a break from the drawings, at least for a little while.  First of all, because of time -- I just d...

Mother's Day, Again

It's nearly Mother's Day again.

I had planned to write a militant and angst-ridden post about how I was boycotting Mother's Day.  About how it's hard for those of us who have had to pass our child into death's arms, and that it's still hard even if we are blessed with living children.

I was going to rant about how Hallmark hijacked what was meant as a day of healing and peace for mothers whose soldier sons were victims of war.  About how it's unfair that this saccharine and commercial...

Thank You (Yes, You): A Love Letter

There are words that have been on my heart.  That I have been wanting to share with you.  Words that I don't quite know how to frame, so I will just dive in and let the breathe and be and be what they will.

Thank you.  Thank you (yes, you). 

Thank you for your love, for your caring.  For coming to this space and reading my story and letting it mingle in with yours.  We are painting a masterpiece with our lives, you and I and all of us.

Thank you for not turning awa...

International Bereaved Mother's Day 2013

Apparently it is May.  How did that happen?!  That means that Mother's Day is right around the corner, making this Sunday, May 5, International Bereaved Mother's Day.  Last year I wrote one of my site's most popular posts about what to say to a bereaved mama on what can be the most painful holiday of the year for her.  This year I'd like to share that post again.  And if you're looking for a way to commemorate International Bereaved Mother's Day, why not join me and t...

In the Art Studio: Finished!

Although it's been something of a crazy week, I've still been finding a little time here and there to paint.  It is so refreshing when I do!  Here is a little of what I've been working on, including finished versions of in-progress pieces I've shared with you in previous weeks.  Fine art giclee prints (which are truly amazing in quality) are seeking a good home where they can inspire, uplift, and encourage (here).
And it's not too late to get them by Mother's Day if you upgrade...