Happy Last Days of Your Life
Happy Last Days Of Your Life exists because over the last ten years my 7-year old got cancer, my house burned down, my marriage fell apart, I left my faith tradition, I got real depressed, I got racially sober, and now I’m living through a pandemic with an immuno-compromised child…
In other words, life happened. But I didn’t have language for it, not for a long time, which made it a whole lot worse. I thought these things happened because something was wrong with me; it was my fault, my shame.
I didn’t know the fires of suffering help us become more human, that fire brings clarity and refuge on the path home to ourselves. These fires have become the mercy, medicine, and magic I have to offer.
