Bees in the Courtyard
I am grateful for my experience; I get to wear my boots again, but this doesn’t mean that I’m not…furious.
Adventures with Humans
I am fascinated with people, and have, in an odd way, been honing my ability as an observer without realizing it, until now. There is no judgement here. My intention with this offering is that you will find delight, inspiration, and perhaps recognize a part of yourself in some of these essays.
If I should manage to draw you into the deepness, the richness of our shared humanity, then I would be the happiest.
Seven Days
If nothing else, I am compelled by this lived experience to remind you of your responsibility as a human to love fiercely and relentlessly, and to listen sincerely and without judgement.
Ursa Major
I think at that time, I had hope, faith that if I showed up and faced whatever needed to be faced, I could thrive.
The Thing of It
Rigidness drives us to sequester in thought silos at our detriment and the detriment of the collective. Part of taking back our freedom is reclaiming our relationships with each other, to stretch out of the silo as if to feel the sun for a change.
The Third Person in the Room
The value of it, of being fully present in a conversation is clear to me, but it does take an intentional willingness, a commitment to be vulnerable.
Shifting Despite Plans
Each time there occurred an event with some charge to it, I learned from it and grew
Plastic Flowers
this is how writing helps to bring forth difficult knots into the light of day to be loosened with psyche’s teeth and my faith in the process.
Please, Not That Song
If I can make even one person feel supported, like I’m speaking their language, then it’s all worth it; this is why I am on the planet.
Prehending
as if we were to blame for having been around to have suffered it; our struggle, a dismissible inconvenience.
