Notes on Grieving: This is What I Have; It Will Have to Be Enough

How do I feel? How do I really feel? In the hours, days and weeks since my father passed, I've found that—perhaps for the first time in my life—I don't really have the precise words to describe what I'm feeling. I thought I might know what is transpiring in my heart and mind—at least before …

“Nature Has Fixed No Limits On Our Hope”

Life moves in cycles. Sometimes things are warm and pleasant and lively, and you can't wait to be in the throes of springtime joy. Other times, the cold comes, and you'd rather hide out in the dark and gather your strength until you're ready to walk in the light again. Sometimes, you bloom. Other times, you take a break and stay out of the fray until you're really ready.