On these in-between days I’m ‘growing down’, sinking into the present moment and savouring small delights | Nadine Levy
My centre of gravity has shifted. The holidays are no longer something to construct but something to receive Making sense of it is a column about spirituality and how it can be used to navigate everyday life Just over a year ago, my mother died. It was a few months after my second baby was born and a month before Christmas. She was the last in the generation above me, and this fact reordered things in ways that are only just revealing themselves. This time last year, I was still unravelling – months of hospitals, grief and the unmanageable weight of suffering pressing into my postpartum body. The time will come when, with elation, Continue reading...
My centre of gravity has shifted. The holidays are no longer something to construct but something to receive
Making sense of it is a column about spirituality and how it can be used to navigate everyday life
Just over a year ago, my mother died. It was a few months after my second baby was born and a month before Christmas. She was the last in the generation above me, and this fact reordered things in ways that are only just revealing themselves.
This time last year, I was still unravelling – months of hospitals, grief and the unmanageable weight of suffering pressing into my postpartum body.
The time will come
when, with elation,
Continue reading...