I’m still in the middle of healing, but somewhere along the way I realized my life never stopped. I’m creating art, selling ravens, preparing to teach in Colorado, laughing at this crazy body—and occasionally taking a two-hour nap. Maybe we don’t have to wait until everything is fixed to keep living our story.

Healing and grief don't always happen one after the other. Sometimes they walk together. A personal reflection on loss, creativity, hope, and finding the courage to begin again.