Boundaries are as much about what we keep out as let in. When it comes to grief, we frequently talk about building boundaries to prevent people from being prescriptive about how we grieve, telling us to move on, or threatening our fragile and momentary peace. These limits are important and good mostly as preventative measures … Continue reading Boundaries
Photo by Christopher Sardegna on Unsplash ~Kim Libertini “You need to take care of yourself. When was the last time you sat down and had a full meal? Are you getting enough sleep? You need to slow down.” As I finally find a moment at the end of a very long day, these are the words I imagine … Continue reading Moments with my Mom
I thought my Mom would hang around me after she died. I thought she would appear thick and tangible like a warm fog. I thought she would exist invisible yet present herself through messages and signs. But so many aspects of my mother’s passing are different than imagined, including how she shows up. Mostly she … Continue reading Mom Lives in Me
~Kim Libertini It was almost cruel to have to go to sleep in the room where the biggest nightmare of my life occurred. I can remember staring up at the ceiling recalling visions of that fateful morning as if they were playing on a movie screen. Every detail just as vivid as the moments when … Continue reading To Dream or Not to Dream
“I don’t feel trauma in your body,” said the massage therapist calmly. At the time, I was lying on my back with eyes closed, feeling Kerri’s expert fingers pressing a pressure point on the bottom of my left foot. “Really?” I said. “That’s great!” For the last half an hour Kerri and I had been … Continue reading Shake it Off
~Kim Libertini Photo by NASA on Unsplash As the news reports increased and the hurricane storm in the Atlantic assembled, it was clear this storm would be catastrophic. The latest report had it classified as a Category 5, with wind speeds of 157mph or higher and enough intensity to level houses and destroy buildings. People were not just … Continue reading The Cat 5 of Life
My mother is dead. She’s been gone for almost three years now, and yet, I still speak to her. Aloud. My lone voice greets the air with a “Hey, mom,” when her presence feels particularly strong. Or an “I love you,” after her memory springs vivid. Her spirit lives in and around me and so … Continue reading I Talk Aloud to My Dead Mom.
