To the remembering
/This month is it. March. The angel-versary, death-versary or fill-in-the-blank-versary. There is no celebrating. Only and ever, the remembering and forgetting again.
Read Moreexploring grace and gratitude following loss
The mission of life is a pretty word is to inspire you to mindfully honor your heart and soul.
This month is it. March. The angel-versary, death-versary or fill-in-the-blank-versary. There is no celebrating. Only and ever, the remembering and forgetting again.
Read MoreQuiet mornings are a gift, especially when one lives near a metropolis. What time of day speaks to you?
Read MoreLoving a deceased person has its challenges. And its blessings.
Read MoreThis time of year so many of us reflect to gain clarity. Something about endings and beginnings that sparks this human behavior. May your new year be clear and bright.
Read MoreThere is power in the group.
There is power in the solo.
There is power in the yes.
They say it is never too late to apologize. Will forgiveness, understanding, and acceptance make a difference? We can hope.
Read MoreWhether the forgetting is circumstantial, a lack of mindfulness, or time induced, I don’t like it one bit. Forgetting sucks.
Read MoreEvil-eyed. Soft-hearted. Absent. Spare-the-rod. Disciplinarian. Mediator. Coach. Present. Dads have as many parenting styles and roles as there are men on Earth. For the most part, they do the best they can.
Read MoreDid you know unfinishedness is an actual word? Listening to a recent NPR radio broadcast, I thought the speaker made up the word to make their point.
Read MoreWhat happens when we connect with others near or far, living or dead? Can the connection with others be the hack we've longed for to manifest our dreams?
Read More“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."
— Albert Camus in “The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays"
Standing at her graveside, the elder told the story, in native Anishinaabe tongue, of how the world began. We didn’t know a single word yet understood we were in that place where death and birth meet.
Read MoreMy voice went missing the first day of March. The best I can do is a whisper as I wonder why any of my words matter.
Read MoreShortly after my daughter was born, I was so taken in by the miracle of life, I wrote a lengthy composition on our shared birth experience. Writing about her birth and rereading it periodically, I could relive the joy and the possibilities of all that lay ahead.
Read MoreThe woman's eye in the tree, watching me write, gives new meaning to "live oak". Seemed like an opportunity to write a poem. Enjoy!
Read MoreWork your way backwards to worry less. Can revisiting our original dreams show us the way forward?
Read MoreHow did she know? Might we each get a glimpse of the inevitable before it happens? Would you want to know?
Read MoreWe get to choose the words and behaviors we use to cope when devastation finds us. In this piece, using the found poem poetic form, words from an article on a life well lived are remastered to convey the starkness many people experience.
Read MoreMy message is not to convince you everything will eventually be pretty again. Writing is physical therapy for my soul.
Read MoreBeing a dork won't kill your humanness but being an asshole will.
Read MoreOur mission is to encourage and inspire you to mindfully honor your heart, soul, and emotions following a loss. This site is a tribute to a beautiful, loving, and talented young woman who once scribbled on a scrap of paper life is a pretty word.
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