My centre of gravity has shifted. The holidays are no longer something to construct but something to receive
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Making sense of it is a column about spirituality and how it can be used to navigate everyday life
Just over a year ago, my mother died. It was a few months after my second baby was born and a month before Christmas. She was the last in the generation above me, and this fact reordered things in ways that are only just revealing themselves.
This time last year, I was still unravelling – months of hospitals, grief and the unmanageable weight of suffering pressing into my postpartum body.
The time will come
when, with elation,
