A particular devotion that shall never be known again. The service of holding and tending must be rewritten to exist without form. Daily offerings that were at times met with …

A Most Particular Devotion or fourteen weeks and five days

Lotus Bend
Sitting at a higher vantage point I catch the light of the day turn to night, and then the dark return to dawn. Attention is brighter from this place above my …

A Plan of Self-Soothing OR How I hold myself in the seat
Moving through the facets of my love there is no other option than grief. The dimensionality of this heart’s breath is so vast that the inevitability of its holding cannot …

Feather
You are a feather. You are free. You are a symphony. You are a symphony. I felt the resting of your featherweight love upon my chest. My heart. You are …

Circle of Grief
How often do we witness one another in our grief? Were we raised in a culture that honors the tremendous aloneness that comes with the anguish of digesting that which …

I see you. I am here.
How is it we see others? And how and when do we feel seen? How we attend to the world, is sometimes how the world will reflect itself back to …

Waning
There were once words. A comfortable stringing together to make sense of what would otherwise be too chaotic. Over time a loss of these little stitches that thread comfort. A …

Mapmaking
I happened upon a map making process to the sanctuary that is my heart. An undertaking rather arduous, holy, and tender. The craft is one that requires humbling revisions to …

Resistance No More
I am not an untended house. Not a place of dreams that will sit and wither. Not something for later. Or one day. I am not a project. Not a …

Soft Skinned
I couldn’t explain what it feels like to endure I can only feel it. The feeling of soft skin that is more vulnerable than I want to withstand. The feeling …