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 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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …