Grief is a mercurial being…

When somebody shows you who they are, believe them…

White hair, long, braided down your back, or flowing freely, catching the whispers of the wind…

I can feel my shadow…can you feel yours?…

What makes a space, makes a place sacred? Is it the location? The intention behind its creation? The visible touch of a human hand...or lack thereof? Is it the incense or the candles or the birdsong or the stillness? Or is it something else? Something less tangible, and more... felt…

I can feel myself, swaddled tight as buds, awaiting spring…

What does it mean to be Human? This body? This mind? This Soul?

The earth calls out to us in every moment - every sunbeam, every flower, every thunderstorm, every rainbow. If we learn how to truly listen once more, we will hear her, feel her, find her in each moment, begin to know her and see her in every breath. She is constantly reminding us of who we are, off where we came from, and of what it means to truly be human.

Hint...it's not in some mystical "out there" place...

What does it mean to live from a place of knowing who you are, and by contrast, who you are not? How does living in this way inform the way you move through the world, interact with people, and connect with them?

Gracefully, courageously, intentionally, consciously, gently, and compassionately…