Keep making beauty and good trouble in this world in any way you are able.

Sometimes, to find my way I go and do and risk.

Innocence and existence entwined in one last dance.

photo by Noe Fornells @Unsplash Update from the Gently Down the Stream Department: I have been writing a lot of funerals... when I am...

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.

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.

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.

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

Another day at the office: gratitude for the unspoken. Here I am again, pointing out the existence of what is left unsaid. What is swept...