Grief is a Weighted Blanket

I’ve been thinking a lot about grief. Who hasn’t?

(art by: Carmi Grau)

I’ve been thinking a lot about grief. Who hasn’t? It’s everywhere we look, especially right now.

Grief feels like a weighted blanket you can’t take off. It’s warming, even comforting in some ways—a cocoon. It is both expansive and confining.

Grief knits itself in my bones: ancestral grief, community grief, personal grief, the grief o…