Your analysis of grief touches on the collapse of the 'social imaginary'. We are moving from the narcissism of infinite growth, described so well by Christopher Lasch, to the harsh friction of biophysical limits. Grief, then, becomes the only honest gateway to a post-narcissistic maturity, where we finally accept that we are part of a fragile, finite system.
I was just in the garden burying leftover onion sets deep in some empty spaces for green onions. My love came out to inform me of yet another loss of yet another dear friend. So I watered the bulbs with my tears. I came inside and read your words to discover and welcome even more tears. Opening to any grief seems to pull me into feeling so much loss in general. Thank you, George. 🙏🏻
Beautiful piece. I'm experiencing this emergence too. My collapse-aware community contains a trust and vitality that I don't quite feel elsewhere - and it's grounding. And so is my garden ;-).
I don't know how to attach a picture - ugh. But know that I'd love to share a pic of my (joy!) garden! Mostly native plants, a hugelkultur/permaculture experiment in the back with fruit trees/bushes, rather wild and unkempt.....My happy place.
Yes, exactly, George. Those of us who have allowed ourselves to grieve live with deeper gratitude and a sense of joy, delighting in small moments of wonder. I laugh more now precisely because all of it must be relished fully! And in that laughter, we return to love, again and again. ❤️
Your analysis of grief touches on the collapse of the 'social imaginary'. We are moving from the narcissism of infinite growth, described so well by Christopher Lasch, to the harsh friction of biophysical limits. Grief, then, becomes the only honest gateway to a post-narcissistic maturity, where we finally accept that we are part of a fragile, finite system.
Yes. That thing!👏🏽✌🏽💀🌱
I was just in the garden burying leftover onion sets deep in some empty spaces for green onions. My love came out to inform me of yet another loss of yet another dear friend. So I watered the bulbs with my tears. I came inside and read your words to discover and welcome even more tears. Opening to any grief seems to pull me into feeling so much loss in general. Thank you, George. 🙏🏻
❤️🌱
yes...
As Stephen Jenkinson once said, in a quote that changed my life:
"we do not need hope to proceed, we need grief to proceed".
everything I now do circles around grief and griefing...
grief will always bring you to joy — for we only grieve for what we love.
~
>griefing<
.
grief returns us to love
.
it is a message from love
remembering that which is now gone
.
grief tells us what we love
.
— for we only grieve for that which we love
•
like coming back
to the breath in meditation
.
grief is the coming back
coming back
coming back
.
to the pulse of the love
that runs through each of us
.
our love the reason for our grief
.
grief is the act
of remembering
that all of life
flows through us
.
of remembering
that we will lose what we love
.
grief asks
that we renegotiate
our relationship
to that which is now lost
.
grief knows
that how
our love
lives in us
must change
.
grief knows
love is never lost
.
— grief is love on a different part of love’s timeline
.
(gt) March 2026
Beautiful piece. I'm experiencing this emergence too. My collapse-aware community contains a trust and vitality that I don't quite feel elsewhere - and it's grounding. And so is my garden ;-).
I want to see your garden!!! 👏🏽✌🏽💀🌱
I don't know how to attach a picture - ugh. But know that I'd love to share a pic of my (joy!) garden! Mostly native plants, a hugelkultur/permaculture experiment in the back with fruit trees/bushes, rather wild and unkempt.....My happy place.
I’m still in the stage of feeling utterly alone.
This was beautifully written!
Thank you very much Karen!
Yes, exactly, George. Those of us who have allowed ourselves to grieve live with deeper gratitude and a sense of joy, delighting in small moments of wonder. I laugh more now precisely because all of it must be relished fully! And in that laughter, we return to love, again and again. ❤️
I’m still on that journey. And your powerful talk confirmed to me that this is the right journey. Thank you Maya!
I have been missing you!
Same here!
Η εποχή του πένθους είναι και η εποχή του θυμού.
Έχουμε ένα πρόβλημα εδώ με το δήμαρχό μας, και μου αρέσει να αγωνιστώ για αυτό τώρα και όχι άλλο για το κλίμα.
Αναρωτιέμαι, εσύ που μένεις; (Που είναι αυτός ο κήπος;)
Νόμος Καβαλας !
Ωραία! Εμείς κοντά στο Βόλο.
Danke für diesen erneut großartigen Beitrag.