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...

... he was hanging something up on a wall, pounding a nail, laughing, he looked over his shoulder at the camera. There was a spark.

A curated selection of videos, information and resources about the decision and experience of VSED at end of life.

... 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.

sometimes I feel the weight of what is yet to come and instead of pushing it off I open my heart

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.

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