The passage of trust

Yesterday, Deb McLaughlin came down from Duluth for a craniosacral meeting and stopped by my house for a lovely afternoon lunch and walk to the Minnesota River. (Yes, I know it was an icicle’s width above zero. We were bundled and warmed by friendship.) Deb then did some craniosacral with me and then some reconnective […]

The snow is deep (A poem for my sister)

Nov. 2007 In the cycle of grief, one comes reluctantly upon anger, or maybe anguish. The foot slams down on the break but there is no break. Time pushes you onward toward the inevitable death and loss and you don’t want to go. This poem is about my sister in anger that her daughter is […]