Innocence and existence entwined in one last dance.

A remarkable conversation about the work and why of shrouding with documentary film maker Jan Sturman.

I wander out and bend into mercy, pushing away leaves to find a purple coyote amongst the detritus.

... he was hanging something up on a wall, pounding a nail, laughing, he looked over his shoulder at the camera. There was a spark.

Radical kinship, acting from the heart of our relationship with all things, is the best way I know to wake myself from numbness.

I am watching a winter sunset and welcoming the evening after a big snow. More than a foot fell. The woods are quiet. I woke up with my...

after ... when it is safe

A meditation about our end-of-life is not the same as being our own Endling. Death is a trickster in traveling shoes. We do our best.

sometimes I feel the weight of what is yet to come and instead of pushing it off I open my heart

There is nothing quite as exquisite as anticipating spine surgery. You know that you will wake up feeling like you got kicked by a horse.

May each breath be a solace and may remembering bring a blessing.

How to reach for connection when devices can't 'hit the spot'... and you're trying to convey a life time of love through a puny phone.

It is ok not to be ok. We are here to companion distanced grieving because human beings are in crisis... so I took my question to the trees.

I made a decision today, based on my commitment to radical kinship. From now on my services are offered for a pay-what-you-can donation.

There is no normal to retreat to. I stop, sit, take a breath and let it go. Wiggle the toes, accept not knowing, do my best and be here now.

However you embrace or wrastle with your own mortality, companioning the dying will bring you (as my own old dead dad would say) toe to toe

In a society that commodifies everything, alternative paradigms will sometimes be considered radical. Welcome to my world, Doula friends!

I go out into the cold, stand close to a tall oak and listen to it commune with the cosmos, feeling my smallness to the marrow of my bones.

I went looking in my archives for Solstice writing and offer this updated reflection on optimism and coping skills for dark times.

In which Dina describes to a roundtable of religious colleagues how she (an atheist) makes sense of the human predicament...