A few weeks ago, when a member of our community asked that we explore the topic of grief, I felt grateful. Until recently, my experience with grief tended to be direct, tsunami-like events that flattened me. Then, with practice and time, came healing. Dry land on which I could find my feet. Gratitude for the presence of that person - which continued long after they had died.
With all that is happening in this world and in this country, I’m feeling grief more frequently, but the nature of that grief is different. As a privileged person, cocooned on a beautiful farm with work that connects me with nature, these crises have affected me indirectly - largely through the suffering of others. I recently learned the term “second hand trauma” that describes this, in part. Rather than a single tsunami, this can feel like an unrelenting set of waves, towering and fathomless, pounding other people, who have no chance to find dry land.