Whatever favored activity
I will make the case for theater as a healing art for those of us grieving a loss as well as it may be for a nation in crisis.
Theater does not stand alone in its healing powers. Dance, you bopping to a tune while mopping the floors, or the variety you can catch on the stage or screen, is a great heal, too.
When Burt was around, I used a PBS retrospective of Swan Lake as entertainment for us. Music, ah music, it is nearly legendary as a healer.
When you’re caregiving, there is no time to head off to see a play. I get that. My theater going when Burt was alive was watching clips on our TV with him, and lots of Bluey.*
*incidentally a favorite of mine.
After he passed, I re-started my [our, truth be told] old hobby of going to stage shows. I spent a week at a dance festival and have seen several shows. I reviewed these in the past, and am doing so now.
You, of course, may have other interests. I suggest you take them up again. Long walks in which I rediscover places where we had been add layers of experience to the memories from the before.
I take photos and often comment when I share them on my blogs. I wrote blogs while Burt was alive, too, so there is a continuity for me. That’s good, I think.
Grieving doesn’t ask to be healed. It is a remembering. I have many great rememberings of my life with Burt.
Loss is an odd experience and I try to share my mourning with friends. It keeps it present for me; it keeps Burt present for me.
That’s good I think.
this is our life 