I went to trailheads, ball fields and other places looking for signatures. 40 in a four hour window felt like a great day. It was hard long work for one signature. I’m not going to lie….. it was brutally hot…
Everyone Grieves
In general, I am tired. And, when I am tired and worn down? I feel vulnerable and more in tune with my emotions. I can access my tears pretty easily. I take the time to cry. It feels important. I…
The Veils Are Thin
Death is a conversation that we can choose to have, or not. Covid certainly has brought up the topic for us lately. As we slip into the season where the dark is overcoming the light, if we are tuned into…
Doggy love
I recognize that smell. It has a distinct odor. It is the smell of death knocking and it calls me close. Its source? An ear tumor. The cone of shame and his head wrapped in an ace bandage has kept…
My Father
My father passed away on January 13th of this year. It feels strange not to pick up the phone and hear his voice, send him the latest updates on his grandchildren, get his solicited and sometimes unsolicited yet loving financial…
Going Home
“No man ever steps in the same river twice for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.”— Heraclitus That quote pretty much summed it up for me on my recent time being back in…
Defending and Caring for Chickens
I feel terrible. One of our chickens died after incurring a large wound very early in the morning. We lock our 10 girls (hens!) in at night. Every night. We feel responsible for their wellbeing. They are our pets. They…
Death Study for Deeper Listening Skills
I sat in a contemplative mindfulness meditation practice the past two weekends to explore and deepen my relationship to the “great” transition of death. I entered the Willow Farm Zendo last Saturday morning a little late (had to stop for…