Honoring Bee

Finding solace one black bird at a time

In the early hours of this Saturday, it will be two years since Bee walked into the Chicago River. And then the terrible waiting to find her body, which didn't happen until the morning of the 11th.  I, too, will be by a river on both of those mornings, which is what calls to my heart. This week I'll also be supporting others on their vision quest. And have some time for solitude, silence and fast in the wilderness as well.  My heart continues to open to this journey of love and loss, of death and resurrection, of grief and joy. I welcome any prayers you might offer during the week for myself, for our family, for all who knew Bee and for those on their vision quest. I don't walk alone. Ever.  This morning, I witnessed not only the moon but beautiful ravens...black birds.  As many of you know, the first messages of Bee's ongoing Love came through blackbirds. And the love continues to flow.