The greatest of these is love.

For eleven months after my mother was diagnosed with cancer, I believed for her healing. I prayed, I declared, I prophesied. We travelled the world to places where people were healed, either supernaturally or through medical intervention. We recorded her test results, harrowing as they were, so that one day, when she was healed, we’d have proof that she was ever sick at all.

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Grief is a riptide. When they die, you feel as if you did too. Like the churn of an angry wave about to break on land. Suspended for a moment with the force of rage behind you, But a moment, is all you have. thrown against the sand in a winding, bruising, slam.

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Pilgrimage for my father

I take the journey to where I knew you best, The best you. Sweet memories flicker in between fractures of brokenness. Johannesburg Sterlizia’. Gorgeous, orange diving bird of paradise. Red sand and rocks. Familiar yet foreign.

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Grief and loss – Part 2

Grief and Loss - Part 2 Practical Grieving I would like to share with you some practical ways that enabled me to process loss, grief and my own physiological dysfunction caused by traumatic stress. For the full context of this…

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Grief and loss – Part 1

Grief and Loss – Part 1 2020: Some things I’ve learned about processing loss As the death toll rises globally due to COVID and those left behind begin to walk through the journey of grief, I wanted to share some…

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