Has anyone listened to your story deeply? Allowed you to hear your own voice without shushing you? That is one of the gifts of spiritual direction/companionship. I also specialize in coming alongside those experiencing Grief and Loss. Check out my Spiritual Direction page and then contact me for information or with questions. It would be an honor to come alongside you.

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Lessons from the Pandemic: Stories Grief Weaves

Spring has begun in earnest in the Pacific Northwest. Daffodils are in yellow and orange abundance. Plum and cherry trees blushing to life. And Daphne’s aroma intoxicating for blocks on end. Blue sky, dry days are joy, sun warming Earth and skin. Rain is gentle, coming and going as tide. We need each drop to recover from a lingering drought. That the rain falling off-and-on this week without a storm’s full-on bluster is gift. No flooding.

Spring’s energy has been rising for weeks and after two years of all the upheaval Covid has wrought, there is a giddiness in the air of hope that the worse is behind us, even as more chapters are being written. At least that is what the birds are singing. Or…it is mating season?