A reflection on grief, release, and the sacred space of becoming  I am noticing the circles…  the ones that are quietly closing in this season of my life. The circle of walking my mom home…  now complete,  held in love, in memory,  in breath. The circle of love with my…

The sun poured warmth across the valley,its fire resting on the stones where we lay,heating the earth beneath our bodies. The water was powerful.She rushed over the rocks and over meas I placed my head beneath her flow. In her current, I released rose petalsin honor of my mother. Petal…

Today, I stood at the Lincoln Memorial and witnessed something that moved me in a way words can barely hold. For weeks, I have been following the Venerable Monks on their Walk for Peace as they made their way across 2,300 miles, step by step, offering prayers, compassion, and quiet…