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...

There is a deep need many people have to keep the ordinary conversation of life going, even though the person they have this conversation wi