On this day of this month two years ago. The last day with him. One month & one day from now two years ago. The first day without him. On this day of this month two years since. Unseen but sitting with me. One month & one day from now two years since. More present … Continue reading day. month. year.
As I was setting up my little Christmas tree a few weeks ago, I happened to look at the small manila envelope containing my dad's ashes. I picked up the envelope and sat down cross-legged under the tree. I stared at the envelope, reading the shiny label with his name neatly typed across it. Sitting … Continue reading Holiday Grief
I spent Halloween traversing a snowy mountain in Vermont with a beloved friend. It was the type of day that reliably fills me up, deeply nourishing my body and soul. There was sunshine and hot tea, soup and fluffy snow. It was a perfect day on the cusp of changing seasons. I got home that … Continue reading Be Gentle and Find Nourishment
I recently read the book Final Gifts: Understanding the Special Awareness, Needs, & Communications of the Dying by Maggie Callanan and Patricia Kelley. I read some of it in airports and on airplanes over the nose of my tight-fitting N95 mask while in transit from Vermont to Oregon to spend time with my dad. I … Continue reading When the Tomatoes Ripen
It's a dream of sorts, to have no where to be but home. It's a luxury of sorts, to have time to rest and work, read and create in pace with the rhythms of my body. It's a bummer of sorts, to not be physically near friends and loved ones. It's a torment, for certain, … Continue reading Untitled Wave #1