By Kate C. They don’t want to remind me of her. Don’t want to say her name. Don’t want to bring it up. But it is up. It is up in the morning. It is up in the afternoon. It is up in the evening. When I’m laughing, When I’m running, When I’m resting, On her birthday, On Christmas, Every day, It is up. To remind me of my daughter, To surprise me with my grief, To bring up my dead baby girl, Implies that I ever could forget. It is always, always up. Image courtesy of Pixabay.
A beautiful song about prenatal loss by Julie Geller. Read the story behind Julie’s song. Check out Julie’s album, You’re With Me on iTunes. Julie on Facebook Julie on Twitter Julie on Instagram Video by TreeSongDate Productions, Denver, CO Shot by Avraham Zohari ©Julie Geller 2014 Shared at Ending A Wanted Pregnancy with the express permission of the artist. Thank you, Julie!
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By Nora Swan-Foster, MA, ATR In everyday life there is light and there is shadow. If there is no light, there is no shadow. If we focus only on the light in our life, then the shadow gets larger, wanting our attention. Grief is shadow. When we turn to shine a light on our shadow, it is transformed. For centuries the creative process has offered people a way to express the inexpressible, to integrate the shadowy parts of life. Many of us say we “are not creative,” but we are all born creative. Every time I facilitate an art therapy group, I hear people apologize […]