Grief is a strange landscape: The world is the same, but you are not. You are still you, but the world is not. Everything has collapsed and gone cockeyed and reassembled in ways that only you can see. Even those who have lost the same person have still lost someone different than you have. It’s easy to feel like Alice, dropped down a dark rabbit hole.
If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. I don’t know who coined this one, but it seems to roll neatly …
‘Lazy’ – our first word prompt to kick off the writing. New voices at the table, while old friends sit in the background, waiting to welcome them in.
On your mark. Get set. Go.
And the sound of pens and pencils revving up, as palms begin drifting across the paper.