In the hour of your death, I wrote these words for you, Patricia.
Sometimes silence calls. It sits you down and shuts you up. But we are never really quiet, nope. The mind is always moving, even when we are asleep. Dreaming, thinking, working it out.
In case you are living under a rock (and probably not a volcanic one) Madame Pele is spilling herself out into the world. A small corner of…… Read more “Say Something”
My Aunt Deanie passed away yesterday – my moms aunt. Despite multiple sclerosis and other ailments she lived a long and fruitful life. Her passing is a…… Read more “On Ancestors Part One”
I have so many awesome things going on right now where do I begin? So I’ve been playing with succulents. And by “playing” I mean watering them,…… Read more “Projects”
Yesterday was by birthday. The eternal reminder of change. The promise that you are getting older and your life is moving along as it should.
I’m learning to be stuck. To simply live in whatever place I’ve found myself; where fate or my own missteps have placed me. We all get stuck: in…… Read more “On Being Stuck”