
It is well over a year and a half since Shyla died, but if I reflect, I've had very little time to go deep with my grief until now. I recently sold our kayak, which brought a new wave of feelings of loss. I was surprised to see how much emotional grieving was still buried inside. For whatever reasons, mourning the loss of my life and spiritual companion was one of the major themes of the retreat. Here's an excerpt from my journal of a profound realization I experienced...