Fox in a Hole

Something has been on my mind for a while. Actually, I was conscious of it when my son died.  No…the days leading up to his death, too.  But, from his first day in that ICU and up until the day he was buried, I saw what I now understand in action. I’ve always had pretty […]

The Rooster Crows

I love to meditate. Well, let’s just say the “love” part is true.  The “I meditate” is questionable. These days anyway. Once upon a time (in a land far, far away from traumatic loss and grief),  I woke up every morning and sat in a worn out wicker chair that I consider my Sacred Space.  […]