Inspiration

Going Home

My sister and I sat in the front row at my mother’s service and embraced the opening message shared by our family friend, one of my life mentors. Three words in particular echo in my heart like it was yesterday.  “She is home,” he said. Few moments in life are so poignant, touching the deepest part of the soul reserved only for absolute truths. It was all too fresh at the time;

Be Crumbled, Be Changed

Inside each of us there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water, a crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what’s gone. There’s a necessary dying, and then we are reborn breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are. ~Rumi A month before my mom died, my life looked pretty

The Yellow Shirt

This story was shared with my sister last Friday by a friend of our mom – it touches on  creating traditions and ends with a revelation on peace. “I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn’t fragile like the peace the world gives…” *The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It

Peace Through Grief: The Beginning

After the sudden loss of my mom last year and the loss of my dad eleven years ago, I’m beginning to consider that maybe, just maybe, I’m here on this earth to talk to others about grief. In the recent years I’ve also lost two friends to incurable illnesses and seen dear friends lose their unborn or newborn children. I have seen the strain, discomfort, and confusion that grief brings to

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