I am a virgin in the fertile field of writing, where thoughts cross-pollinate each other on cyber-threads. Most of the time I write to cleanse my soul, and am therefore delighted by the discovery that my posts are in fact read by others. For people to take the time to read- and then comment-for me is such an honour. And I do spell it the Canadian way- honour. After a particularly difficult shift at hospice, this blog is the safe place where I come to unpack the treasures bequeathed to me by my patients. For each person is a story waiting to be heard. Each life is a poem, a sonnet in progress. Each death nothing more than a punctuation leading into the next paragraph. And all comments proof that life is listened to, valued, and experienced as one light through a thousand prisms.