Brutal Kindness and Stranger Making
physical labour
spiritual inheritance
symbiosis with nature
A significant part of loss participation comes with an understanding of belonging. Those things, people and places for whom we grieve must have in some way have been assigned some sort of place in the order of selfhood, a sense of where it should be and why. The loss of that thing creates the chasm of former-ness and disregulation of that order. What is it to belong? How do we decide what belongs? Those scissors belong in the cutlery drawer. Why?
Is the process of assigning belonging akin to the process of un-belonging? Do we make kin and make strangers in the same breath?