Freshwater Mermaid, Minneapolis, USA
Where do I put all this grief? It overflows. I try pouring it into the earth. It regenerates. It comes out my eyes, my hands, my lips. I realize I am frozen in the grocery store, unmoving, eyes wide, breathing ragged breaths. Where do I put all this rage? It quakes. It scares me. How do I step into my power?
Freshwater Mermaid
JNK:
I know nothing of power and have no interest in it, so I’m useless with regard to your final question. I have a small understanding of grief, and know that if you don’t work it out it can ruin you. Water and ice transform and carry grief away in ways that the earth cannot. A grocery store is a far cry from the systems of care and nourishment that have helped humans survive grief in times past. Can you find or make systems of care and nourishment? Can you stay with your hurt until the hurt transforms your rage into love?
