Good Friday: Daring to Let the Darkness Speak

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the Soul divine; Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twines.           From “Auguries of Innocence” ~ William Blake “But the thing is, you know you can’t have like a light Read more [...]

Of Death, Birth, Old Souls, Suffering & Simple Gifts

This week marked the thirty-eighth anniversary of my mom's death. My daughter, who never met my mother, was born twenty-six years from the date of her grandmother's death. Since my daughter's birth, this date has always had symbolic significance for me. Read more [...]