Life, Spirit, and Health: the View from the Mountain
I was doing it wrong, and I knew it. It was one year ago today, my mom had just died, but I wasn't crying. "Something's wrong with me," I confided, oh so quietly, to those closest to me, a week later. They assured me there was no right way, no wrong way, to grieve. That… Continue reading On Mourning
Yesterday started with barking. It ended with a bear on our front porch. I rather think the two are related. At 7am, my peaceful sleep was interrupted by Kasha-dog barking like a mad thing, along with, apparently, every other dog on this side of the Mountain. Kodi, curled up in bed next to me, let… Continue reading Day of Barking, Night of Bear
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