The Hole in the Living Room: An Illustration of the Way We Adapt to Death.
The hole has fully integrated itself into your awareness. You’ve practically forgotten that it’s there, moving around it with grace and ease.
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The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
Grief Is the Salve: Season of the Fallen Flowers.
When we sit with our grief, it creates a canopy of leaves under which we can cry. Our fear is that the grief will overpower us and we’ll drown in our tears.
I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
The Last Thing My Grandma Saw.
By caring for her in the last years of her life, I learned the depths of human compassion. I dove into deep crevices of my own humanity in simple moments.
Remember the Sacred Ways of Dying.
We inhale knowingly as we take that tentative step into what the living call the Great Unknown, and what we, the dying, call Home.
I Became One Heart, Belonging with Many.
When you belong, when you know this belonging in your DNA, you do not make deals in hell for a tiny modicum of affection or support.
Bruised but Not Broken: My Journey of Healing Through Pole Dancing.
My pole dancing journey was never smooth sailing. It took some falls, some deep falls, some so deep they seemed bottomless and hopeless.
The Witch, She Dances.
Told to trust no one, we use fear to keep us safe, but it has only kept us from actually living. It’s time to rage. It’s time to welcome in the witch.
The Circle Game of Life.
As I head into another year of my life, I hold on to one of my favorite quotes by spiritual teacher Ram Dass: "We are all just walking each other home."