Last night, a beautiful solstice gathering hosted by our friends, Eddie and Julie of Practical Primitive. We wrote the things we wanted to let go of and the things we hoped to bring forth this coming year, and sent them into the fire with sage and then sweet grass. I am appreciative of knowing such special people and that my son can visit a place full of knowledge, skill and spirit — all made manifest.

Remembering a Friend

I sat on a couch catty-corner where my friend sat. The room was dark and warm. She was recovering from surgery for cancer.

"You should have seen what they took out of me," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said quietly.

"You know, sometimes, I wonder about all that Tab I drank years ago. Maybe..." she said looking for answers.

I paused. "No," I said as quietly as I could.