What is the relationship between grief and honesty, grief and truth? I see grief as a braided rope with strands of anger, sadness, fear, disgust, all those most knotted of reactions to what we have lost, in a word, to our pain. Is grief truth because it names our most humbling truth: we of the humus, we have lost We lose, daily, in each moment, big and small Is this…
we of the humus (on grief)
