There’s a routine I have when I get my mail. I make piles; the mail I need to open, the mail to throw away, and the mail that I have to look at before I throw away. Yesterday, one piece of mail caught me off guard, it had my husband’s name on it. It was an envelope, and I couldn’t tell whether it wa
This past winter California has experienced an abundance of rain that has produced what experts call a “super bloom”; a blanket of wildflowers that grow along the hills and in the deserts that take your breath away. From February to April, people travel and pull off the side of the highway
The sacred space where vows are repeated, prayers are prayed, and loved ones are remembered chronicles the life events of its inhabitants. The interior of this sanctuary has made a few changes; chairs instead of pews, updates, and upgrades. But the one thing that has stayed the same is the cross in the front.
Because we love, we grieve. Through our attachment, we form a bond. We give ourselves a gift when we recognize and allow the “marks” of our loved one to be acknowledged and affirmed.
As I turned my calendar and looked at December, I considered how quickly this year has gone by. Time continues to pass while days, weeks, and months take us into another year. Last week I had coffee with a friend and as we shared our journey of losing our spouse, she shared how she is finding tools
As you sit down today at your table and give thanks, I offer up this quote by Henri Nouwen followed by a prayer. “To be grateful for the good things that happen in our lives is easy, but to be grateful for all of our lives—the good as well as the bad, the moments of joy as well as the moments of so
Don’t you love clouds? You see shapes in clouds all the time and it’s fun to figure out what they look like. I took a photograph of the clouds in the above picture on February 15, 2019. I was at work looking out my office window, on a slightly overcast day. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Who
Fall is on display in all its glory in the photo above. This tree is planted in a friend’s front yard in Michigan. The resulting beauty and stunning colors came by way of a transformation. What started out one way, has changed into something else. Similarly, there seems to be a process of change, g
Whether you are years into the journey or in the early days of grieving, there is a process of change. When people say, “you’ll get over it”, I want to cringe. We don’t get over the loss of our loved one, we move through the sorrow, pain, and grief into a different life than before. Life after loss
This past week I took a walk around a lake near my home. The music I was listening to put me in my own world. However, a quick glance to my left and I stepped on an emotional landmine. There was a couple around my age walking and holding hands. I did more than notice. It started with some
