After Rafe’s walk to the wetland just south of us, I christen it Rafe’s Pond.
Spending so much time with Rafe, I see death everywhere. Death
surrounds us all – every one of us – and it fills me with
compassion. I sit in meetings. I see people angry. I see people
rushed, frustrated and unfulfilled. Whatever struggles we face,
whatever differences we have, we all face death. Why not listen to
each other? Why not be kind?