à la carte spirit by ilona fried
bringing awareness to the menu of life
grief
Notes from a Liminal Space
Even though my body is still in Denver, I feel like I’m in a netherworld, between what was and what will be when I return from the Camino. It’s a wide openness I once feared but am now learning to inhabit. Suspending an identity is equally freeing and disconcerting. Yom Kippur, which ended tonight, amplified … Continue reading
For My Father
My father would have turned 82 a few days ago. His birthday always fell around Father’s Day which, if the grief is circling back around, can make this time of year doubly difficult. Ours was not the easiest of relationships, and his was not a “Hallmark” passing. Much was left unsaid at the time of … Continue reading
à la carte spirit by ilona fried 
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