13 January, 2025

Mourning Whales & Morning Wails

Today marks day 13 of Tahlequah, carrying the lifeless body of her new calf, born on Christmas Eve. Again she grieves.

Tahlequah, an endangered Orca in the Pacific northwest lost another calf in 2018, she was so overcome with grief, she carried her dead baby on her snout and fins for days.  Unable to fish, unable to eat, researchers were concerned she may also die.  They considered intervening as she carried her baby over a thousand miles. A week went by.  Then two weeks.  Finally, on day 17 she relinquished her calf into the deep. 

The primal grief of a parent, who has lost their child is an engulfing sensation of pain and powerlessness.  There is no way around it.  Only through it. Tahlequah taught me that grief is primal and goes beyond species. 

She taught me that grief is part of the natural world.  She affirmed that needing to hold my baby after she died was

instinctual and an important part of my process.

Thank you Tahlequah. My mother's heart is mourning and wailing with you.

 “The cure for your pain is in your pain”.   -Rumi

26 October, 2023

Full Catastrophe Living

To be Alive

To be truly alive

Is to feel.

To feel all the sensations.

The passion,

The pain,

The love,

And then,

To take in the magnificence of it all

To experience it unbridled down to the depths of your soul.

To know it.

Acknowledging the pain, but marrying yourself to the love.   –HLC  


In a small boat on Juneau bay I watched in the distance for

spouts of steam.  It was summer 2019 and more than

anything, I wanted to see a whale up close and personal.

As I took in the feral majesty of it all, I was silently

summoning whales nearby.  Calling to them and respectfully

requesting to make their acquaintance, it was a simple prayer in my heart.


For years, the Pacific waters of Southeast Alaska have drawn me in to their magnificence.

Alaska is a place of healing for me. There is something sacred in the primeval wildness of it all. 

The land unencumbered.  The waters clear and so full of life.   


My prayer continued as we floated on the water with the engine turned off. 

I won’t take part in invasive whale watching practices.  I don’t want to see whales who are running

scared.  I don’t want to encroach on their territory.  I support Marine Mammal Protection and the ongoing

lobbying for further protections.  These beautiful creatures deserve freedom as much and you and I

deserve freedom.   As a lover of the natural world, the only way I was going to see a whale up close and

personal was on the terms set by the whale.  I continued sending my invitational prayer.   There were 3

other passengers on the small boat.  I chose to keep my sacred summons to myself.


           Several minutes passed maybe an hour and I noticed a slow, but ample swell, the boat rose

high in the bay and then, just a few feet away Sasha, a female humpback, silently surfaced.   I watched

as her massive head slowly rose above the swell and her grapefruit size eye met mine.  I was completely

enraptured in the moment as I made eye contact with this fantastic beast.  It felt like slow motion while

simultaneously happening so fast.  The connection was powerful.  Her graceful movement continued

revealing her walnut shaped spiracle, her blowhole.  It was so close to me I could nearly reach out and

touch it. It looked like a pair of smooth, wet nostrils.  I could see the detail of her skin. 


At that moment, the mammal in me and the mammal in her made a sacred connection, and just then she

spouted.  Her steamy, foul breath was now blowing on my cheeks and through my hair.  I was

enamored.  The stank of decomposition filtering through the air symbolized the life giving energy that was

fueling this massive animal.  Had she heard my beckoning call?  I breathed in her breath.  Watching

intently and cherishing every second of this gift. I felt so alive, as I watched Sasha descend back into the

deep, and a little piece of my heart felt healed.

Time is non-refundable.  Use it with intention.

October 2023

  I learned that Sasha the humpback whale I encountered in Juneau Bay back in 2019 lost her yearling calf, Tango.  He washed up just north of Ketchikan, Alaska.  I am heartbroken. Heartbroken for dear Sasha.  I like to believe that Sasha heard my silent prayer requesting to meet her that day in the bay.  Maybe somehow she felt my need for such exhilaration after such a long period of grief.  And now, she has joined the club no parent wants to be a part of.  I wish I could offer her a piece of healing that she offered me.

And so it is, Juneau Bay, so full of life, is also full of death.  The realness of life cycles as nature intended.  No euphemisms to shield the truth.  No pretending.  Beauty unfathomed.  Fjords, water and sky.  All of the elements unrestricted.  Birth, life, death.  Life is finite. The time we have is a gift.   Feeling the highs and lows means you are alive. What a privilege it is to be alive and present in our moments.  

I know now the question I’ve pondered, “Is it better to have love and lost?”  Absolutely yes.  Lizzy was worth all the cost.

            'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 

                            —Alfred Tennyson

#Anthropomorphize Yes I do.

01 May, 2023

May Basket

Driving my car through the morning rays of sun

Light turns to tears
Wetting my cheeks.
May baskets full of heartache.

All the feelings
Why am I angry? Short tempered?
Why all this darkness when the rest of the world has increased light?



Her loss tremendous.
Her impact profound.

All the love I was not able to give
builds up in my chest, my throat,  my body
Then floods out my eyes, my wails.
Heartache unfathomed.
.

As time marches on my distance from her grows,
Unbearable.

Yet- the beauty in those cathartic moments of pain is startling.

It is those moments,
I am with HER.

05 September, 2022

Wood Lake, Erskine, MN 56535

Warning:  I might be becoming a Minnesota Lake Person.

Hammock naps

Kittyboy

S'more eating

Sunshine Joy

Campfire

Lake side friends

Canoe ride

Apricot cleanse





















Fish bites

Cool nights

Best ever-

Northern Lights






23 July, 2022

Alaskan Troll

There are strange things done in the midnight sun, By women searching for Trolls
When I found myself out and about, on Creek Street taking a stroll

Taking in the art, the breeze from the sea, then suddenly he appears.
Ray himself, guitar in tow, where he lives in the last frontier.


I have long wanted to meet the amazing artist, Ray Troll. Today was my lucky day!

Thanks so much @ray.troll for the history talk, the art discussion. It was a privilege.

Coincidentally we also bumped into Eric‘s cousin!
Marie Loveless

What a great day in Ketchikan.



19 July, 2022

Wood Lake, Minnesota

 Canoe the lake

Watch for fish

Talk to my boyf

Make a wish


Take in the sky

Love the land

Soak in the water

Now, THIS is grand.

Found a little place by the lake- I think I'll spend more time there.


08 June, 2022

Farewell My Beloved

 I am an unabashed Cat Person.  And I love deeply and profoundly.

The loss of my dear cat is tremendous to me.

George.  King George.  Curious George. Boy George.  I will love you always. 


The gift of loving and adoring him has been an absolute privilege.  A privilege that is not lost on me.  I am grateful for every second I got to spend holding and loving him.  When the things that you live for die, the pain is profound.  Loss.  Deep heart sobs.  Again, I know sorrow.  Again I must try to pick myself up. 

 

I received word that he died while I was in Washington, then as I began my journey home on I-90 I happened across a horrific accident that had just occurred. A young man lay in the middle of the interstate bloody and crying.  I pulled over and rushed to him.   Eric, who was traveling in the car behind me laid out his (extensive) first aid kit (he is ever prepared) then he went to direct traffic and put up caution cones.  I was told the ambulance may take up to an hour in that remote part of Montana. 

 

I knelt beside this young man to comfort and support. Holding gauze pads to his head laceration to slow the bleeding.  He was in shock and only partially coherent.  I asked his name he replied:

“Gabriel”. 

Now covered in blood holding his head, I somehow remained composed, and slowly and softly repeating:

 

“Gabriel, I am here to help you, hold still.  I am here.  My name is Heidi, I am here to help”.

 

Gabriel had severe head trauma- and perhaps other injuries as well. 

 

Just like my George.  I pray that Gabriel does not succumb to his injuries.  And what a privilege it would be to meet him someday. 

Alice taught me this week to be: Open, Curious, Slow and Kind.

 

Tonight at sunset under the lilacs-  at the place of our last memory together I will bury my George.  Heaven help me, because I need it.

 

My whole family is in Idaho, I will do this alone.  

 

I am so grateful for the love of my dear friends near and far these last few days.   Shelby Barentine, Jamie Sebby, Kandis Larson,  Karie Lee, Heidi Hampe, Carol Simmons, RaeAnne Anderson and Eric Castle  I love you all deeply and profoundly.


06 June, 2022

Unwelcome- Death has visited



Grief is the price of love.

Those who know me,  know that I ABSOLUTELY ADORE my cats.

I have been away, without reception for about a week. 
As soon as I came into reception I received the message that my beloved George was hit by a car and died. Pain profound. 

I can't write more right now, I am leaning into the sadness, the grief.  It is hard work.  

King George
Boy George
Curious George
Georgy Boy
Fat Head
Best Cuddle buddy ever-  You have my heart.  You are sorely missed.

































One of the last special moments I spent with George was out in the garden.  The sun was setting - I was watering and appreciating his beauty under the lilacs.
I will bury him there tonight before sunset.




 I harvested sweetgrass and lilacs this morning and dug the hole for his nest.

24 May, 2022

Happy Birthday.


 Some days I struggle to find gratitude. You would be 10 years old today my girl.


Still, I am thankful for the powerful impact you’ve had on my life, even in the short time you were here.

I miss you.
Every. Single. Day.

Love, Mama

03 May, 2022

Rainbows and Funerals

 I feel raw this time of year.

The sunlight pouring in this morning cast a beautiful prism rainbow across her picture, in a way I had never seen.


A little gift for my soul.  


Today’s morning light was remarkably similar to the morning light 8 years ago today, the day my life was forever changed.


On Sunday, our dear friend and neighbor Dick Taylor died.  We were blessed to have one last visit.  His breath was labored, his brow furrowed, yet there was a powerful peace in his home.  Ruby held one of his hands and I held the other, the love present was visceral.  He adored Ruby, and we ALL adored him. 


As I was leaving I caught a glimpse of Lizzy's photo on his fridge. Be still my heart.

When Ruby was in second grade she wanted to tell Dick all about her baby sister and she gave him a photo. He has kept it there all these years.


A few hours later, I was again blessed to attend him briefly after he died.  His brow now smooth, his body no longer struggling.  Peace persisted.  


A wonderful neighbor and even better friend- You will be so missed Dick. https://www.amundsonfuneralhome.com/obituary/richard-taylor


Transitions into and out of our body are sacred.  

Tethered by our breath

We live.


27 April, 2022

All the Feels of Spring

Still a little red and raw - I am a human, being with my grief. 
And also enjoying the sunshine.
I arrived early to teach Sunrise Cycling this morning and felt a little relief when I realized that no one had signed up for class. Nonetheless I got on the bike, blasted 90’s music, and started spinning (and singing aloud to all my fans). 😃
About halfway through my workout I heard “I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more just to be the *Mom* who walks a thousand miles and falls down at your door”.
The tears started flowing and soon running off my cheeks as I remembered the days and months after Lizzy’s death when I had to completely physically exhaust myself in order to sleep at night. I spent hours cycling as I pondered the meaning of life (and death).
Approaching 7am this morning and continuing to ride the hell out of the bike, my muscles and body seemed to remember the grief from 8 years ago, and then even more profoundly the LOVE.

#EckhartTolle reminded me today to be thankful for all of life’s experiences, the happy ones and also the difficult ones.

Suffering is my teacher. I continue to learn. The deep, profound emotions tied to loss are beautiful, and they are directly tied to the deep, profound love that I have embodied. And I am SO thankful for the love.
There are so many types of life losses we experience as humans. #Loss is hard. It takes #courage. As my living children enter teenhood I’ve been #struggling with the loss of #mothering young kids. And frankly, it #hurts. I miss kid #hugs. I miss nighttime stories. I miss #snuggles. I let the pain wash over me. I sit with it, perhaps take it to tea. And usually what follows is #empathy and love.
I drove my children to school this morning. Still a little #teary from my #emotional bike ride, I expressed my love to each of them and then watched as their vulnerable little souls walked into school. Oh, the sass, the eyerolls, the back talk, (Who has been #parenting these kids!?!) Still I could not hold back more tears of #love.

The weather on Monday,  11 degrees with windchill, but two days later the warm sun is shining down.  50 degrees.  I will take it!

13 April, 2022

April's SNOWMAGEDEN

 I would like to apologize to everyone. 

Everywhere. 

Yesterday, I put away snow clothing and gear for the season.  I am so sorry.  It is obvious to me now that I am solely responsible for the weather.  I will also mention, it was  a very selfish and deliberate act,  as you know I LOVE snow.


On an unrelated note:  I just received a beautiful and  warm felted wool vest to wear!  Huge thanks to my esteemed, friend Woniya!  I am feeling her powerful energy and grace tonight!


Outside

Hot water is calling

Cold and blizzardy

All the snow falling


Soaking it up

One Hundred and Eight

Eric’s smoking BrrrRibs

Fill up my plate!


Mic drop.  Heidi out.






Mourning Whales & Morning Wails

Today marks day 13 of Tahlequah, carrying the lifeless body of her new calf, born on Christmas Eve. Again she grieves. Tahlequah, an endan...