Becoming Real with Amy Oscar

We don't stop loving them when they leave this world. And they don’t stop loving us.

Can I stay with myself?

This world is scaring me . . . but I'm not giving up on Love

Your blog is a mirror, a beehive, a teacher

The Peace at the End of Life — Science, Spirit, and the Miraculous

We are never truly alone. At the threshold between life and death, angels always hover close, ready make the crossing - and the letting go- easier.

"We offer help, guidance, and support in all situations. But when you are afraid, disoriented, or in danger, we draw near—doing all we can to keep you safe."

On the one year anniversary of my stroke, I woke at five a.m. I found that I wanted to touch everything. The books on my shelf, the sculptures that my sister made: houses, wise women, gentle birds.

Dreams are not just the flickering residue of daily life. Sometimes, they are openings. Sometimes, they are offerings. And sometimes, they are bridges between our world and something holy.

Audio Recording for Module Five