Dreams are meant to be like holding onto a dandelion. To loosely hold on to the stem while you gently blow on the seed head, allowing the seeds to float through the air and land where they may, and then you let go of the stem. We’re not meant to hold on for dear life,...
Few of us want to talk about death. Few experience it more than once, and in the end, it happens to us all. It can’t be avoided. Death is the ultimate journey of surrender. Yet just like life, many of us fight it. One of the things I’ve seen in caring for my...