The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief

by Francis Weller

It is our myopia, our one-dimensional attention to things “human,” that leads us to see the world as an object, something to be controlled, manipulated, and consumed.

Complexes return again and again and seem to carry the intention of being reabsorbed back into consciousness.

loss and sorrow wear away whatever masks we attempt to present to the world.

Grief is alive, wild, untamed; it cannot be domesticated.

We require a sufficient season of mourning to tend to the dead and the living, thereby restoring our place in the daylight world.

is important to remember that grief does not appear solely through tears; it is also expressed through our anger and outrage.

We were meant to have a life-long engagement with a “beautiful and strange otherness.” It

we feel homeless.

we find that we as human

beings are in a state of intimate relationship and connection with all that is.”

finding a safe container that will enable us, once again, to build faith in our emotional lives is essential for our well-being.