As the days get shorter and darker, I am reminded of this time five years ago, when I was grieving my former boyfriend’s death. The darkness of the season led me into the darkness that I was feeling. I embraced the darkness fully. I spent many nights sitting in front of the flickering fire, withContinue reading “A Time of Darkness”
On a recent hike in the high Sierras, the rattling of dead wild sunflowers inspired these reflections upon death and life.
Those who are dead are never gone: They are there in the thickening shadow. The dead are not under the earth: they are in the tree that rustles, they are in the wood that groans, they are in the water that sleeps, they are in the hut, they are in the crowd, the dead areContinue reading “Those Who Are Dead Are Never Gone”