Accepting what we're given is a practice in being present to everything beyond us that lets us become intimate with the nature of life.

I was raised Jewish by atheistic-agnostic parents. During this journey, I had people from all walks and all faiths try to help. A Jewish priest who I was friends with wanted to lay hands on me - I didn't ask questions about how - I just said when and where and how often do you want to do it? I didn't argue.

Essentially, the life of expression is the ongoing journey of how we heal each other... for by telling our stories and listening to the stories of others, we let out who we are and find ourselves in each other, and find that we are more together than alone.

When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.

To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

No amount of thinking can stop thinking.