In our lived lives, family comes in different shapes and sizes and constellations.It is in this variety—this diversity—that our lives are made fuller and our individual selves made more whole. It is in this variety, it is in this diversity, that we look back to the ancestors, recognizing no...

We scatter these remains to the earth returning creation unto itself.

Out of mystery we are born, and mystery receives us when we die.

There was an audible gasp when they heard he* was gone A whoosh of air that sounded exactly like the bottom falling out of his mother’s** world the winds of mortality brushing his father’s** face the last breath of a kind soul All the years of struggle have settled into silence: Unsought,...

Sleep will come upon our eyelids and they will not ever be lifted again.

The words we cast to fill the silence left by one we loved never are enough.

We gather because we need community to do all of this holy work.

Let us honor our ancestors by doing the work of living boldly, loving mightily, and creating heaven on earth.

May today bring forth transformation in ourselves—from grief, healing; from memory, wholeness; and from celebration, love.

When we feel overwhelmed, we gather to find a path, to find new ways forward.