loss – callie daniels-howell

Naming Our Losses

According to one perspective of time, transition is upon us. There is one day left of the year 2020. I’ve always resisted the pressure, to put too much weight into the passing of a new year. But in this moment, that urgency for sudden newness at 12:00AM on the first of January, 2021, is fierceContinueContinue reading “Naming Our Losses”

I feel her in the maybe

What if we let others walk with us, even if from a distance? What if we let our complexity shine out, rather than close off and cage us? What if we stood in our reality, and let it be?

I think that’s what she would have done.

So what if I said: my mother, the human who shaped and grew me, died two and a half months ago and this is what was in me in the before, during, and after?

a day to be lived

Sometimes I have low moments. Sometimes I get overwhelmed. Sometimes I get so far into my headspace I can’t figure out how to get back to here. Sometimes I get so anxious trying to figure life out that I become paralyzed from living it. Sometimes I look at the calendar and see the many datesContinueContinue reading “a day to be lived”