- Animals as teachers (shorter life-cycle; euthanasia as a compassionate option)
- Stories and photos
My Beloved, I held him tightly in my arms
as he coiled and burst forth
like a summer seed
Into the fullness of his fruit.
I will tell you, he did not die
he lifted like a martial artist from his body,
great master of the art of soul
He did not die, I can tell you
because he did not die
in my arms,
He flew right through me
when he passed.
© Holly Blue Hawkins