When I travelled to India in 2009, my desire was to lose myself in that ancient culture. A solo trip for one month. I loved it!
When I went back, in 2016, much had changed...
It was a Saturday morning when my son passed away.
The following Tuesday, in a state of shock, almost apathetic, I walked down to my regular yoga class. I had hardly slept. I needed to...
Balance is not hard work. It is lightness.
A blank page is not empty
It is full of potential
What he imagined was true
Trust generates trust
it cannot be bought nor sold
His mistrust of her gave her reason to mistrust him.
Mistrust is like a venomous snake that poisons everything it touches.
At night she smoked the pipe
she listened to jazz
she danced, danced
to the comfort of the silence
between the spaces of life
When my first child was born,
I was gripped by a fear - that this tender baby could stop breathing.
Many mothers perhaps are visited by the same nightmare.
In my case, losing a child became reality.
Today, November 5th, I celebrate my son's birthday.
My gift to him is my new website and photo/blog.
It feels though that I am the one who is receiving a gift
Our souls are intertwined in...
My birth was a quick one. I remember my mother telling about how she almost gave birth to me in the car on the way to the hospital.
I was born with the umbilical cord...
I was falling into the farthest recesses of an immense emptiness and aloneness
- the dimension of grief.
In my chosen seclusion from the world, I chose music to help soothe my aching soul.
It allowed me...
How can it be that death has brought so much light into my life?
Is it possible, to be more, after loss?
Death is space
Emptiness is the Light