walks for the dead (ongoing)


By the time the summer of 2016 hit, I had lost seven close friends and mentors in the matter of three years, all unexpectedly. A 10-day, self-imposed silent retreat to a Benedictine hermitage in the Santa Lucia Mountains, Big Sur, California, offered a respite to reflect upon these lives. While there, I began the walks for the dead, a daily ritual that served as a walking and writing practice and a process for letting go. Locations were carefully chosen and documented, each bearing a small grave site that I might someday return to remember.

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