Grief

Heavy. Laden. A weariness of the soul.

Grief – it ebbs and flows, forever in the shadows.

A whisper nearly out of the range of hearing

a heavy toxic taste lingering on your palate

a shroud that burdens your body

a darkness on the horizon that seems it will never dissipate

The soul will persist

It will rise, albeit haltingly

Hope, gradually dusting aside despair.

The past year has bound the human race as never before. We have all experienced loss of some kind. Some small, others large. A way of life. Familial routines, friendships. family. Deaths.

How have you managed the grief for what you have lost?

Same but Different

This Slice is inspired by Quinn’s slice. At the end of her post she asked, “What is your same but different?” It had me pondering and jotting down notes. And lo and behold, a Slice emerged. Thanks for the inspiration, Quinn!

Cats vs Dogs (can’t choose, love both!)

Walk vs Drive (I am fortunate that I live 3 km from work. I will walk if the weather is good AND I don’t have a pile of stuff to cart to school.)

Red Rose vs. Lipton (I abhor Lipton. When I travel I ensure that I bring my own personal stash of tea bags with me, lest I am faced with icky mud tasting off-putting Lipton.)

Magazines vs. Books (come on, there is no choice when I have a moniker of Book Dragon!!!!)

Spring vs Fall (Spring has promise, hope, and rebirth.)

Lay’s vs. Ruffles

Lindt vs. Hershey

Expo dry erase markers vs. Bic (get real, I have yet to find any dry erase marker that is better than Expo. However Expos are so pricey. Uggh. I am sure this is a common teacher lament.)

What would your same vs. different look like if you only had a focus on regional items?