From Robert Augustus Masters: “So very soon we are gone, like dreams vanishing before morning’s habits. Did we leave a mark? Only wingprints in endless sky, tracing evaporating goodbyes.” Read the rest of this gorgeous essay here: http://on.fb.me/hVEaL9
Do you know someone who experienced losing a loved one (2 or 4 legged) this past year? I can remember how difficult that first holiday season can be, and how freshly the memory of the past season when our loved one was alive and rejoicing with us comes to mind.
This is a time that requires [...]
Miracles are of Spirit
And are as natural as breathing
Miracles are for anyone who believes…
This is the Heart of Hanukkah
This is the Soul of Christmas
May the Grace of this Mystical Season
Bless you Now and Always
El Dia de los Muertos – The Day of the Dead
Having lived in Los Angeles for 28 years, this Mexican holiday, El Dia de los Mueros, was celebrated right along with our Hallowe’en, although they have completely different origins. Just today, a dear friend reported to me that she had visited Olvera Street for their [...]
A long flight, a ferry ride, and finally the taxi arrives at Craigmyle, the Bed and Breakfast directly across the street from Dad’s care home. Built as a boarding house in 1915, it transitioned to a B & B about twenty years ago. I am welcomed by Jim, the charming owner, and shown to my [...]
Another very favorite poem dedicated to all of you happily married/partnered folks…
How does anyone make it together
for fifteen years? she asked.
I told her what I know.
That the best way is by leaping together
into the deepest black water.
The best way is by putting it all on the table.
Risking more than we can stand to lose.
Do that, [...]
When I close my eyes and allow visions of my childhood animal companions to arise, I can see my little dog Bitsy playing in the yard, my cat Silky dressed up in doll clothes with my little sister pushing her around in a doll carriage, and, from my [...]
I have decided that I will post periodically a favorite poem that may or may not have to do with the subject of funerals. This poem bursts with the joy of acknowledging our deep connection to all life.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances [...]
“I never made time to thank you yesterday, and wanted you to know you did a outstanding job and my family is very grateful for your representation of…. It was a great service.”
This note came to me from Shannon Herberg after a memorial service for her brother:
“Thank you Diane, Sunday was beautiful and healing in so many ways. I admire what you do for a living and I wish you all the best.”