... when getting home feels like a matter of life and death.

I am watching a winter sunset and welcoming the evening after a big snow. More than a foot fell. The woods are quiet. I woke up with my...

A meditation about our end-of-life is not the same as being our own Endling. Death is a trickster in traveling shoes. We do our best.

May each breath be a solace and may remembering bring a blessing.

How to reach for connection when devices can't 'hit the spot'... and you're trying to convey a life time of love through a puny phone.

It is ok not to be ok. We are here to companion distanced grieving because human beings are in crisis... so I took my question to the trees.