The Crow of Grief

Leaving the Barbican Centre last Friday I was shaken, a little broken and feeling the need to meditate to regain my centre. I had just seen Enda Walsh’s adaption of Max Porter’s book: “Grief is the Thing with Feathers”. Never before have I seen the tricksy beast that is grief so accurately, uncomfortably and viscerally manifested. … Continue reading The Crow of Grief