The Esterel Mountains (1888) Claude Monet I recall asking my mom about her day, activities, and often, she would say, “Joan, I used up...

Haven, my first grand nugget, one of the best teeter totter pals ever. She took my hand, and was one of my most significant healers in early loss. (She is seventeen now.) Your joy is not a betrayal. Whether you have a child in rehab, are caring for ailing parents, have experienced a turbulent season, or simply feel everysinglefeeling, your joy is not a betrayal. Cultivate it, wrap yourself and those you love with it. Your joy is of actual benefit to all beings. * Words shared

Photo Credit: iStock WHEN DEATH CAME TO VISIT When death first came to visit, I refused to let her enter my home. She sat outside in the...

Starry Night (June 1889) Vincent Van Gogh “I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.” Vincent Van Gogh Lately, I have been...

A poem written by Andrea Gibson LOVE LETTER FROM THE AFTERLIFE My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your

Trinie, our five and half month old bundle of Love I don’t how I got so lucky to be surrounded by such a loving community? The texts, emails, cards, even a most beautiful wind chime in honor of Zuke, have come trickling in. Each holding such a sweet place in my heart. Mahalo Nui Loa dear ones. (This post was created a bit ago, as Zuke went onto his next adventure last November. Thus I am keeping it just as it was originally written, and of course adding in our newest four 'l