The Wild Edge of Sorrow is a supremely poetic book. It is a call to arms for us to take on our apprenticeship with grief and to walk through the five gates of grief. This has been is a life-changing read for me.
I’ve observed loud voices in the wellness community shy away from the darkness, whether it is dealing with racist belief systems, or simply being uncomfortable with conflict, in general. This book is not for the light and love brigade AND THANK THE GODDESS it isn’t.
Our cult of happiness as the only emotion to be proud of makes us uncomfortable with grief and sorrow. The pursuit of happiness and material gain puts us in a false homeostasis that is at odds with our true nature and with the soul of the world. Francis Weller eloquently argues that it is only when we can face our grief, a necessary part of our shadow work, that we can emerge from the half-life existence that modern society condemns us to.
Weller writes with precision and beauty, every turn of phrase so right, and every shared poem or quote well put for the occasion. Whether it is little descriptions like, "the fragility of flesh, and the immensity of soul", or sharing poems like "a holy thing to love what death can touch" (Judah Halevi or Emanuel of Rome), The Wild Edge of Sorrow is wonderfully well said.
I treasured each sentence, and it is a book that refuses to be skimmed. You cannot skim this, but allow each word to wash over you.
Weller describes 5 gates of grief we walk through. The first gate is the one we are all familiar with, everything we love we will lose. The second gate can surprise us because it is the places that have not known love. The third gate is the sorrows of the world. The fourth gate is what we expected and did not receive, and the fifth gate is ancestral grief, “the grief we carry in our bodies from sorrows experienced by our ancestors.”
Weller writes with compassion about the lack of self-compassion we can have for ourselves, about shame, and I enjoyed his discussion on ritual, the importance of ritual, and the benefits of it.
”Everything is a gift, and nothing lasts. This is a painful truth.”
Our grief is not a problem to be fixed in the way we think of fixing the other problems we have in our lives. And Weller is not arguing for us to wallow in our grief, but that we have relegated any grief we have to our shadow, and in the shadow, things become a primitive agony, and we become, in fact, haunted by the grief in our life. Weller states multiple times throughout the book that depression can be a symptom of sorrow: “Without an adequate time in the ashes tending the loss, sorrow mutates into symptoms of depression, anxiety, dullness, and despair.”
We cannot fix our subterranean feelings, but undergo ritual in community and take time with ourselves, to work through the darkness, because it is how we can truly grow, live, and love with true vitality.