Our Story

The passageway of life and death, grief and joy is no stranger to me. I live in these openings, these initiations that this lifetime brings. She began whispering so softly I could not fully hear. She then began to get louder and louder, until she was all I could hear. She demanded my attention. And she took me to my knees.

My first dance with at the tender age of 19, again at 23, and once more at 29. A passageway deep into the soul of these bones that I keep. She taught me how to weep, to wail and to scream. She also taught me how to laugh, how to dance, and how to sing.

I hold the prayer that we may be able to weep together, to sing together, to be together in the thread that binds us all. That underneath the heartache and the pain, is a wellspring of joy, bubbling just below waiting for it’s time to surface.