My home is a shrine to love and beauty.

Each morning I awake in the dark, put on warm clothes, and sit to meditate.

A few weeks ago I knew I wanted to honor the Day of the Dead.

I am nothing like the moon - A poem by Luna Jaffe

Today is Halloween, my mother's birthday, and Hunter's Blue Full Moon. A powerful day for connecting to our ancestors.

I feel like I'm standing in front of you completely naked at the edge of a frozen lake.

A poem by Aspen

Today is the two month anniversary of Hunter's death.

A poem by Luna Jaffe

A poem by Luna Jaffe

This morning I was listening to a mediation with Jack Kornfield.

The day started with my usual meditation which ended with tears rushing down my cheeks in silence, feeling Hunter's absence in my cells, flowing in my veins.

I'm going to challenge you to a new understanding of generosity & kindness.

I just returned from a meeting with a client and her estate planning attorney.

"Practice the wound of love”

Sometimes an author's way with words rips through my heart.

I went to a new dentist yesterday. Within the first few minutes, the kind hygienist asked how I was in a way that felt like she really wanted to know.

"Life gives us pain. Our job is to experience it when it gets handed to us”

A poem by Patricia McKernon Runkle

It has been 51 days since Hunter died and I am slowly becoming oriented to my new life.