I'm settling into my life in Vermont. Settling and seeking normal. Seeking while knowing that normal as it was known will never return. There is a new normal, a new way of moving through my life holding grief with every step. The normal of work now involves stepping out for phone calls to help coordinate … Continue reading Gentle Soaring, Focused Hovering →

Last year, I acted on a long-time fascination of the rite of childbirth and completed a volunteer labor doula program with the University of Vermont Medical Center. One of the most fascinating things I learned in the training is that after a child is born the flood of oxytocin released by the parent's body makes … Continue reading Waltz While You Can →

Stepping out from behind my shimmering gossamer shield of whiteness, I am exposed to the fire, the fear, the horror of countless bodies murdered for nothing but the pigment in their skin. RETREAT! My mind shrieks to retreat, back to the silky, soft folds of my gossamer shield of whiteness. Where struggle isn't that hard, … Continue reading Gossamer Shield of Whiteness (a poem) →

Loving someone or something links us together throughout time and space. There is no "till death do us part" for death does not stop us from loving. Loving deeply forms a bond, a thread (a rope, an unbreakable chain) of connection that persists long after that which is loved is gone. When Loss comes through … Continue reading An Unbreakable Thread →