Pour Yourself a Drink

Me on my 40th birthday. One day before I was told I had stage 4 breast cancer.
Everyone needs a booby keyring at times like this!

Come on in. Pour yourself a drink. Put your feet up.

Next to me is a bag of lime and cracked pepper potato chips. Occasionally I like to break out of the usual and very predictable sea salt variety. I needed, you see, a little spicy inspo to get me going on this blog! The problem is, I’m a ‘one’ on the enneagram, and one’s are driven by ridiculously high self determined standards. This tendency often results in many fabulous ideas that remain just that…ideas. So, here we are, with lime and cracked pepper potato chips.

Welcome! I’m so stoked you’re here. I’m not too sure what to expect but I know it’s going to be a good ride. My vision for this blog is a companion on the road of grief and loss with a good dose of fun and adventure mixed in! We shall explore what it is to live with fear but walk in peace. I also want to look at lament. What is it and how do we “do lament”? What kinds of healing can come through the practice of it and what are we missing out on when we bypass lament for pulling up our socks and getting on with it? Something I know I’m prone to do.

The pain of loss is not selective, rather, it’s a giant communal pot of bolognaise that an Italian mumma makes you have seconds of, only not nearly as tasty. My story is one of cancer and the long-suffering of losing loved ones. But your grief may be a totally different lemon varietal. Either way, we’re all sucking on something sour!

So, if you’re keen to have a shared space of grief, loss and lament, fun, adventure and hope, then follow along.

But for now, I’ll get back to my potato chips!

Keep imagining,

Amy x