18/11/2024
I greet the crows everyday in my local park.
I’ve been doing this since 2019 when I saw the play Grief is the Thing With Feathers. Based upon the book with the same name it goes through the grieving process of a man and his sons after the loss of his wife, their mother, with grief showing itself as Crow - dark, raw, unforgiving, consuming and numbing.
Grief can pierce through you, leaving you feeling torn, broken and a shadow of your former self. Try as you might to bury, ignore or run from the pain, it’s always there until you face it.
And grief can also bring you home, to your true self.
It forces you to change, strip back the veil - because you can’t maintain that state - something will give and most often it shows up as physical disease, that awakens (or forces) you to make new choices. It draws you to heal and find inner peace.
Greeting the crows each day reminds me grief is there, part of me and a part of life. The longer we live, the more we’ll have to dance with it. And time will hold us.
📷 Viktor Talashuk
