I sit here in my privileged little bubble. My house up on the hill, with my view of the ocean. Heating, a flushable toilet, running water. Groceries in the cupboard. Much much more than we need. We buy in advance, enough for a month. A freezer full of meat. We did not stockpile toilet paper….
Reflections on Life
The river of grief
Every year I write a post similar to this one – a reminder to myself perhaps, a memory, an acknowledgement of time, a way of saying I remember, a way of coping, dealing, finding somewhere to put the pain. So if you’ve followed me since the beginning, I’m sorry to drag you through this again…
Hello 37!
37 things about 37 year old me! The older you get, the more you learn about the world and about yourself. I hope that ageing is something that you appreciate. I think the best part about facing death, being exposed to grief, is learning how much living there is left to do and being accutely…