Feeling scattered by the news, social media, and the weight of the world? A reflection on presence, discernment, and the quiet power of tending what is yours to tend.

Last night I dreamed my Grandpa Jack was still alive. A week earlier, it was my Grandma Esther. These dreams, arriving as the veil between worlds is thin, have me reflecting on remembrance, on the ways our beloved dead stay present in our lives, and on the tender beauty of keeping their memory alive.