07/27/2026
I was finishing Kemaās book 8,000 feet in the air, in one of those small, single engine planes that make you really cherish your life.
High above the ocean waves, as she tells of cancer taking her to the very edge of her existence.
High above the jungle canopy reading words I could have written about the grief of loosing a sister.
Catching glances of the volcano out the window while she speaks of being held and loved in her grief, a privilege denied to many. Myself included.
When I finally touched down and found myself hugging Kema in the living of the beach house, she felt like family.
Costa Rica felt like heaven on Earth. A wild feminine land just beyond the grasp of the grid.
On the last day of our trip, a man drowned on the same beach. Death follows some of us, and when she calls we do our best to serve and to learn. In my mind I just kept hearing āthe ocean gives and the ocean takes.ā
This life is so precious. I will continue pushing her edges in absolute awe of this place, and in love for her people. We are so much better than the systems weāre now in - and believe it or not - grief is the secret ingredient to your freedom.
Get a real dose of that by reading Kemaās book. Itās called Where the Light Gets Inā and itās at all the usual spots š
Kema Ward-Hopper