Testament of our Elders

I haven't written in the blog for a while. It's been christmas.

I have been between death and birth, still. Waiting, treading water. In the between.

I have also been writing my book on dementia.

Funny topic for a trainee doula! Revisiting the past of our elders.

A generation that lived through unspeakable acts of war, and loss.

At a time when our world feels torn asunder by deeper forces again than war.

I am unsure. I am unsure.

I feel such a pain at the grief of war. The pointlessness.

Always look for the helpers, the carers, the witnesses, the bearers.

Steep karma those that tend to the suffering.

Have I hope?

I have neither lost hope in humanity nor in nature. There must be a way.