These passing weeks have brought me to the thin place where death sits in the house of love and the familiar concept of linear time blurs with hospital-gray days. my maternal grandmother, Amada, lies in palliative care breathing and sleeping until it is time to pass over. in being beside her, i have found my voice singing prayers of peace, my spirit extending offerings of love. the music moves me to share with you the songs that have led the way through these deeply raw and tender precious moments.
May you find what you came for and receive what you need.
