You Didn’t Quote Scripture

By Meadow Rue Merrill | Twitter: @meadowruewrites In the dim light of a Maine morning, I glanced out the living room window to see you sitting in your car, headlights off. My husband and our four remaining children were upstairs, tucked safely in their beds, asleep. Grief was my dark and constant companion and had been […]

Life in the Bardo

I remember how the floor gave way the moment my mom died She stopped breathing and I fell into a deep nothingness Around me stood the shells of my brothers and sisters To my left, sat my dad crumpled in upon himself And all of us hung suspended in space both liminal and raw our […]

The Rose and The Thorn

By Jenny Rose Foster “The rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorns” – Rumi I remember studying as an herbalist apprentice last summer. We were on a trail, four women, hiking through a high mountain forest in Oregon. The terrain was thick with depth and diversity and then it would unfold into holy sanctuaries of […]

Thank God for Februaries

I have lost the lid I used to keep on my grief. I cannot contain it. I cannot shut up about the state of my nation. I cannot shut up about the things I am learning and the ways I am being stretched to hold more and more grief. I am undone by it. But […]

The Sacred Work of Empathy

By Sarah Henderson | Twitter: @sarahlowhen I sat in the hospital bed, the bright reading light shining on my newly born son in my hands. He was wrapped, not in a cotton swaddle, but rather bleached white washcloths in a crocheted blanket with a tiny silver tag that read, “Made for an angel.” A regularly scheduled […]