Losing Love, Finding Love, and Living with the Fragility of It All

Something fundamental in our culture has ended. What exactly, I can’t quite put my finger on. As many things in the liminal, it’s hard to grasp. But if we want to birth something new out of it, we have to come to terms with endings. We have to come to terms with the ultimate ending, the very thing Covid-19 forces us to look at: our inevitable death... See more

Navigating the space between stories puts us up for an immense challenge. We must seek the others to find hope and support when that which we love falls away, rediscover how to grieve for what we lose and praise what is lost, and learn how to remain alive in the face of death. To not resist being wholly taken by awe at the birth of spring, because ... See more

Everything passes, everyone around us dies: the people we love, the things we love, the world around us, our parents, our grandparents, our children, our spouse, our strength, our capacities, the redwoods of California, the skyline of New York—all of it is sliding away, all this perfection sinking into the earth. And we know this. We try to hold on

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It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more