I’m reading a bit of Understanding Your Grief again,
phenomenal book. I’ve mentioned it here a few times. I flipped back a few pages
to read previous notes I had written in the corresponding journal on the
difference between grief and mourning.
Grief is internal. The author suggests it’s like a
container that holds all of the thoughts, feelings, and images we have after a
loss.
Mourning is an outward expression of that grief. I guess
it would be like pouring out that container, which could look like many things;
talking about the person, crying, expression through art or music, etc.
Here is part of what I wrote: “I’ve underestimated the
value and necessity of mourning… how do I accept… my situation? … just
accepting it without the mourning amounts to carrying around my container of
grief and never putting it aside. No wonder I’m having a hard time putting my
hands to another task; because they’re already full!”
It reminds me of this poem:
Treasures by Martha Snell Nicholson
One by one God took them from me,
All the things I valued most,
Till I was empty-handed;
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highway, grieving,
In my rags and poverty,
Till I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift your empty hands to Me!"
So I turned my hands toward heaven,
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches
Till they could contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God could not pour His riches
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