Back in April, we offered our final Herbal Hymnal… at least for now.
Each one has held its own magic. Its own songs, stories, plants, people and moments that I will carry with me.
If you had told me three years ago that I would be doing this, I’d never have believed you.
But John was a life-altering love. The kind that changes your path forever. His death hollowed me out, creating space for beauty to trickle in and, slowly, transform me.
And somehow, here I am.
He continues to teach me that death is not the end. That separation is just an illusion. That life continues in another form, and every now and then I get a glimpse of it.
I’m not afraid of things in the way I used to be.
And perhaps that is one of the greatest gifts he left me.
How lucky I have been. How lucky I am.
