The One Where We Hold the Space and Take Off the Layers

I start small. I light a candle. I pray. I shift. I turn off the TV and ignore the texts, Goggle Calendar reminders, and Facebook notifications. I sit. I abandon the to-do list in search of the¬†people. Lately I’ve been working on holding space with others, with time,¬†with the physical surroundings. Trying to ground myself…

The One With The Need for a Marker

Our beautiful neighbor passed away shortly after the new year. There wasn’t a funeral. There wasn’t a memorial. …another tragedy in the heartbeat that is generational poverty. Everyday I walk outside and I pause and look at the porch hoping maybe I got it wrong somehow. Maybe she’d be there calling me honey and asking…