Some days, as I walk through the city on my daily pedestrian commute, I have to remind myself to look ahead of me instead of down at my feet. But this summer I also took the time to lay down and look up. Looking up is more than just for stargazing.
It really is remarkable how much we can change over the course of a short period of time. Whether it’s a new environment that stirs something we’ve not felt before, a new group of people we surround ourselves with who prompt a new course of thought or expose us to further points of view, or a new challenge we dedicate ourselves to and that in turn changes us in the process (or, the wild ride that is the combination of any of these). The past two years have been just that for me, a new set of challenges, in a new space, surrounded by thought-provoking and thought-full people.
Finally, I have found the time to write a long overdue update on my work, or as I like to put it, “what I’ve been up to for the past six months” (this also reads well as “why you may not have heard from me in half a year”).
This post incorporates pieces from the paper I submitted to accompany the project, and I have also added new thoughts here and there. Grief is unique and incomparable in each instance, yet from having lost important people in the past couple years to the very recent passing of my grandma Kaye, the piece continues to speak. The timing of this post is not coincidental, as we find ourselves at the anniversary of the specific, sudden, and painful loss which inspired the project.