Healing, like Grief, is not Linear

I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was grief." Boiling hot water poured over lemon juice with a teaspoon of local Maui honey, a cup of cozy to welcome in this chilly spring morning. My top covered in a sweater, my legs wrapped in a fleece blanket, just… Continue reading Healing, like Grief, is not Linear

Making Space to Grieve

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was Grief.” There is an old shed at my family’s farm, next to the charming yet weathered plantation home that sits overlooking the taro fields, giant pummelo, towering avocado, tilting mango + verdant tropical flora that meanders throughout the property. At… Continue reading Making Space to Grieve