Grief and Writing

WRiting Can be a Tremendous Tool for Processing Difficulty. This includes grief OR LOSS. WE INVITE YOU TO WRITE ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCE.


LISTEN AND WATCH

An AAC Clubhouse Live with Writers Andrew Bisharat and Ashley Shires as they share personal writings and discuss writing as tool for processing difficult experiences.

Watch the recording HERE.


WRITING INVITATIONS

  1. Use a prompt to write.

    • A poem (>300 words).

    • A letter to the deceased (>500 words).

    • Tell the story about an event/moment/day that the deceased changed you (>1000 words).

  2. Join a Writing Group.

    • UPCOMING OFFERING: Grief Writing Groups with writer and psychotherapist Ashley Shires.

    • Next 8-Week Session: Thursdays, 2:30-4:30 MST, June 4 – July 23 (virtual)

    • Limited to six members, this 8-week online group provides a safe, supportive space to process your grief through writing, in a community with others who are also experiencing loss. No formal writing experience is necessary, just a desire to write. Each group will begin with a brief excerpt from a published author on an aspect of grief. You will then be given a writing prompt to explore your own grief journey, honoring your own unique loss. After each timed writing session, you will have the opportunity to share your writing in a compassionate, mindful environment, to connect with others, to know that you are not alone as you navigate and find meaning in the wilderness of loss. At the end of the 8 sessions, you will come away with a large body of creative, meaningful work.

    • More information and registration: www.AshleyShires.com

  3. STAY TUNED to submit your writing to CGF.

The Climbing Grief Fund will be accepting writing submissions and select a few pieces to feature. Please stay tuned on our Instagram and email us at [email protected] with questions.


POEM

THE WELL OF GRIEF
by David Whyte

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,

turning down through its black water 
to the place we cannot breathe,

will never know the source from which we drink, 
the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering, 
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.

The Well of Grief
River Flow
New & Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press © David Whyte