Finding Meaning: The Sixth Stage of Grief

I'd read this in December--if the subject is of any interest to you, personally and/or professionally, I highly recommend it. The author had worked with Elizabeth Kubler-Ross.

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Some of the HBR edit staff met virtually the other day - a screen full of faces in a scene becoming more common everywhere. We talked about the content we’re commissioning in this harrowing time of a pandemic and how we can help people. But we also talked about how we were feeling. One colleague mentioned that what she felt was grief. Heads nodded ( Read more... )

Два вечера

Мы стояли у Москвы-реки,
Теплый ветер платьем шелестел.
Почему-то вдруг из-под руки
На меня ты странно посмотрел -
Так порою на чужих глядят.

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* * *Уж сколько их упало в эту бездну ( Read more... )

what if
when icarus fell
apollo caught him
before he hit the sea,
arms as warm as the sun,
but safer.

what if
when ariadne cast the rope
across a broken branch
aphrodite stepped in
with a reminder that this,
this is not the kind of love
you die for.

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Reminiscences

Freud speaking with Breuer, in Lower Manhattan,
New York City, September, 2001I ( Read more... )

Summer-summer-summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!

The Highwayman

By Alfred Noyes

PART ONE
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
      Riding-riding-

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He’d a French cocked-hat on his ( Read more... )

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