Bridges to the Next Breath: These Are the Hours.
These are the hours when the light floods everything, until the sunset reminds me that I am dying, that we are all dying, and that now is the time to live.
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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 Am Dying, Therefore I Speak Truthfully.
I am glad to know I am dying, that death is upon me. Without this certainly in my bones, my life would be just a hallucination.
A Note to My Daughter.
I wanted to write a few words of guidance for my daughter, and although this letter began as something solely for her, as I reread it, I realized that it's a letter for all of us -- young, old, daughter, son, mother, father... human. Take what you like, leave the rest behind.
Passing of a Goddess: A Story of Grief.
I tell you I love you in Greek over and over, and in English too. I tell you I just cannot stop telling you I love you. And every time your eyes flicker open, I make sure I send you my love through my eyes, fingers, through my breath, and I believe that you can do this. And when you stop ...
In These Woods Alone: The Ecstatic Ache Of Creation.
The air grows heavy with the texture of sound, but the weight increases so slowly, so minutely, that if you walked into these woods alone you would begin to lose hold of your sanity, would wonder at the buzzing in your ears that fattens and develops into voices in your head as surely and as ...
Hang In There, Even As You Cope With Loss.
For those of us dealing with so much loss, can we master our grief?
The Beauty in Brutal Breakdowns.
As a hospice nurse, I have the rare privilege of sharing in the exquisite and brutal breakdown that is death and the dying process.