April 11, 2020
In the midst of a four-day bedside vigil, I held my mother’s hands almost continuously for nineteen hours. After nearly ninety-four years, she was on the verge of eternal emergence into spirit. Any moment, any breath could be her last. With her fierce will and deep love of life, she was fighting against her agony and fear with a Dylan Thomas approach. “Rage, rage against the dying of the light…”
March 22, 2020
Now is a time to build connection with one another.
Suddenly, many of us are experiencing a heightened sense of isolation and stress.
While social distancing is a critical health measure at this time, it is important to remember that it is meant to insist on a geographical distance between us, not an emotional distance. As humans we are… READ MORE
March 13, 2020
Late afternoon clouds hint at possible sunset brilliance, as I drive back from the memory care home where my mother now resides. The solace of a sunset would be a welcome moment of grace, after an afternoon of primal heartache. I park by our forest cabin and leave city and keys behind. I delay assuaging my hunger so that I can walk to the lake before the sun disappears, just in case. Never can tell in advance how sunset… READ MORE