Innocence and existence entwined in one last dance.

... and then figure out how I can best support the peculiar both/and physics of holding on ~ so you can let go.

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

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.

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.

I made a decision today, based on my commitment to radical kinship. From now on my services are offered for a pay-what-you-can donation.

There is no normal to retreat to. I stop, sit, take a breath and let it go. Wiggle the toes, accept not knowing, do my best and be here now.

However you embrace or wrastle with your own mortality, companioning the dying will bring you (as my own old dead dad would say) toe to toe

In a society that commodifies everything, alternative paradigms will sometimes be considered radical. Welcome to my world, Doula friends!

There is a deep need many people have to keep the ordinary conversation of life going, even though the person they have this conversation wi