Permission to be human
Death is not a dirty word.
I'm on tour TALKING ABOUT IT WITH MY LATEsT PROJECT CALLED 'CONVERSATIONS I WISH I HAD'. JOIN ME?
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT
"CONVERSATIONS I WISH I HAD"
"When I was a 12-year-old at summer camp, a message on my answering machine informed me that one of my best friends had died in an entirely preventable car accident. Coincidentally, it was on the 19th anniversary of her death that I stepped into the Dialogue Box. The experience was surreal; I found myself telling her things I had somehow censored when I visited her grave. The intimacy of the space combined with the openness of the prompts allowed me a certain level of candor I hadn't found in past conversations with her. Thank you, Morgan."
HEY, I'M MORGAN
I started Death Dialogue after my mom's sudden death as a place to talk about death and dying in a world that doesn’t.
Here we choose: community over isolation, messiness over numbness, expression over suppression, and dialogue over silence.
We approach this conversation with honesty and vulnerability-- no bullshit, no sugarcoating.
Here you have permission to be human in all of its glory and especially all of its mess--welcome.