Posts Tagged with "Grief"

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An Ordinary Sunday

Published on June 25, 2014 by Marianna Cacciatore

It’s an unremarkable day, a Sunday, and I pick up the San Francisco Chronicle to read while eating lunch. I find myself engaged with a story of a 12 yr. old girl sold into sex slavery by her auntie. I’m reading it and the sorrow in this story feels like it takes a bite out of my heart. Immediate pain. I don’t even know this young child or her auntie, but I don’t need to.  At that moment, I feel her pain, her family’s pain, and  I understand how deeply connected I am with everyone, no matter where they are, or who they are. It’s a profound moment and I use it. I make a conscious decision to stay with what I’m feeling and not distract myself, which is to say I do not to abandon myself.

I decide to gather some flowers from the garden and make a little altar for her. Staying with my feelings doesn’t mean I have to make it harder than it already is. I can bring flowers into the room.

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Trust Yourself

Published on May 13, 2014 by Marianna Cacciatore

I cannot tell you how often I type the word “Live” when I want to sign off my emails with “Love,” as in  Love, Marianna. The I and O are next to each other on the cell phone keyboard, and my chubby thumb is clumsy. Maybe if I lost an extra 10 pounds, I would say what I mean.

Or maybe what I actually mean to say is Live.

As in be alive. Now.

If you find yourself going mad, go to lunch and keep driving till you get to the beach or mountain or field of wildflowers that brings you home to yourself.

If someone you love has gone away,  or never came,  grieve till you get to the bottom of it.

If singing is your thing, do it once every day. More if you’re brave enough to keep feeling alive.

If you have finally figured out & named that little, unique thing you love about someone, tell them.

 Say it.

Now.

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What Do We Live For?

Published on February 4, 2014 by Marianna Cacciatore

What do we live for if not to make life less difficult for others?

                                                                                         George Eliot

Yesterday I needed my friends and they needed me. It was a day when magic happened with near strangers, where the “shared world” was in high relief and it was obvious that we’re all connected in a web of wonder.

I woke up feeling unsure of myself, and as I spoke to a friend while drinking my morning coffee, I cried some. Now, one thing I have learned is that having friends who listen well and have the capacity to hold sorrow without needing to repair the problem are good as gold. And if that friend sees the beauty in you AND is outspoken about it, well, she’s a keeper.

Laurie is one of those friends and she did something remarkable for me.  Read more