There are things you can only learnon your knees or in a stormor when the cracks in the foundationof this modern worldopen a chasm of uncertaintybeneath your feet. Your discontentwith what has been named normalis both grief and longingfor what your mind has forgottenbut your body remembers. You can feel itin the way a child’s…
valentine
Valentine’s Day is a day of the year that, whether I like it or not, I end up spending a lot of time thinking about romantic love. Historically, it’s been a day that ranges from joyful and sexy, to performative and shallow, to lonely with deep wells of longing. I’ve been single for most of…
Softer
Go softly.Softer.Softer, still.We’re all in the belly of the beast nowso find a place to lay your head downand sink deep into the thick velvetof your animal body. What happens now?Now that the ghosts of the machinehave haunted the halls of puritywrapped in their flags and audacitychanting manifestos of violenceand the monsterhas finally startedto devour…
nothing matters, everything matters
Nothing matters, everything matters.I was born on the outer edges of Autumnand I feel at home in the liminal spacebetween what is living and thriving and bloomingand what is dying and sinking back down into fertile ground.Everything comes undone.Nothing is left intact. I’m interested in the gravity that comeswith feeling the impermanence of things.Of momentsand…
wish list
I want to make you feel something. I want good questions to always outweigh the answers that try to meet them, just enough so that we stay curious. I want to be guided by elders and children at the threshold of all that is both ancient and brand new. I want ceremonies and rituals…
checking in
I’d like to check in, may I have your attention? It’s been awhile since I’ve felt compelled to share through this medium, but I want to let the thoughts and emotions bouncing around in me to have a place to land. I am feeling stretched, fingertips reaching wide towards the sharp contrasts of joy and…
calling us in
The process of seeing is strange and complex. Messages from the retina get transmitted along the optic nerve before diverging into pathways that help you to reflexively orient to something occuring within your environment, and also analyze information that you are taking in – movement, depth, orientation of edges, color, shapes. Our eyes take in…
never not broken
These are strange and psychedelic times, sitting in this liminal space between what was and what will be, a crossroads within both the micro- and macrocosms. I have been feeling a deep internal shakeup in the way that I always do when met with something much greater than me, bringing lessons of my insignificance and…
everything is everything
Everything is everything.There is death and pain and love and beauty everywhere.I can hear our fingers feverishly dancingacross the cosmic keyboardwriting history and the future all at oncewhile the here and now carvesprimordial symbols into our flesh.Simultaneously brand new and ancient.It leaves grit under the nails and spices under the tongue.I can feel your tears…
feel it all
Can you sit with this ocean of grief?Can you feel the gravity of what is happeningwithout rushing towards silver liningsor happy endings?Let the wound bleed a little longerwithout running to cauterize itwith certainty or guarantees.Let the lacerations cut a little deepercarving lessons of the great mysteryinto your fleshand lean in closeto the pain.Can you soothe…
