Recalibrating

I've been quieter than I'd like to be here lately. Last month, my grandmother died. She lived to be 96 (and a half) years old, and died peacefully at home. Her death was not unexpected, but it was still a loss, and in the weeks since, I've been experiencing time in that weird, sometimes-lengthened/sometimes-compressed way … Continue reading Recalibrating →

A Little Death

Today I held one of the chipmunks while it took its last breath, cradled in my hands, my fingertip against its slowing heartbeat. Having so much life in the garden means there's also at least a little death. Sometimes that looks like a shattered eggshell, or a mess of feathers, or a ransacked burrow...and sometimes … Continue reading A Little Death →