Sometimes this happens. Sometimes we are too late. Sometimes no matter how much we’d like to be there in someone’s final moments their schedule is different from our schedule.
Tag: death
A letter to my daughter knowing someday I will die.
What the final outcome of this death will be remains to be seen. Right now we are orbiting in the liminal space of waiting.
Yay though I walk through the valley…
I am changed by every client I am privileged to work with, which after all, is how it should be.
Expressions of Love
through the veil of sadness I get to witness deeply poignant expressions of love
Lindsay Hargis Post — Shamanic Touch Therapist 