Monday, June 5, 2006, begins with this entry in my journal: “I’m not sure how on earth we do this grief process, son.” Our children are our greatest teachers. My son, Andrew, lived his life with passion. He made his entry into this world in a 45-minute span of time and continued to live his 21-year life span with boundless spirit.

I am listening to Russell Delman, teacher of the Embodied Life School, talk to us about how we can attend to our living so that we cultivate implicit interconnectivity with our true selves, our environment, and each other. He often uses Rumi’s “The Guest House” as a parable for how we can get more and more comfortable with being the host, having the guest (the feeling), and being the house (the space).