by Mary Jane Hurley Brant
My grief’s a whirling ceiling fan
It whips me about again and again.
My soul a tortured tear-stained book.
This splintered old boat on an angry sea
It rocks; it shouts you’ll never sink me.
My soul a prayerful history.
A blossoming limb torn from our family tree;
Like lightening it’s deafening oh God save me.
My soul just aching to bring her back.
This is from Mary Jane’s website:
A little bit about me: Professionally, I am a practicing Human Relations Counselor, a Certified Group Psychotherapist and a Clinical Member of The American Group Psychotherapy Association. I’ve been practicing as a depth psychotherapist for 37 years meaning I believe in the power of the unconscious to offer us some truths and to help set us free emotionally.
I have specialized in grief and loss and serious illness – particularly after the death of my precious daughter, Katie, to a brain tumor. My work is with individuals, couples and religious communities. I run groups on specific topics. In March, 2009, I founded and have facilitated a free-of-charge group for bereaved mothers who have lost children. It’s called “Mothers Finding Meaning Again.” There is more information about these courageous women on this site under groups.