Nothing within us was prepared to say goodbye to Benjamin’s body, yet it could not have been a more beautiful experience. The pace of the day was slow and sweet.… Continue Reading Goodbye.
Goodbye.
on on In Our Hands.
on Today has held feelings for which there are not names. Not in this language anyway. I am grateful for this space which still serves me so well. Here I can… Continue Reading In Our Hands.
Loquat Season.
on Benjamin died during loquat season. They were his favorites. This morning Michael and I were up before the sun, again, with coffee, wishing we could sleep more. We loaded up… Continue Reading Loquat Season.
In the Quiet.
on In the quiet, comes the grief. In the wind in the backyard. In the sink washing dishes. In the lighting of a candle. In his huge, unbelievable absence. I was alone… Continue Reading In the Quiet.
A Day of Love, and an Announcement.
on Michael and I couldn’t sleep last night. We both reverted to hourly wake-ups. The first pot of coffee was brewed this morning at 5am. We’ll get used to this, and… Continue Reading A Day of Love, and an Announcement.
In the Moment.
on Last night, sleep came a little more easily. I woke up multiple times, and I know Michael did too, but the wake-ups were short-lived. We are warming to our bed’s embrace.… Continue Reading In the Moment.