Grieving through a case of the "fuck-its".
Little shifts, hopping tracks.
Listening to my body...or not.
Space to breathe.
Solitude has served its purpose.
A pic tells 637 words.
A meditation on connection with self and others.
This time I came crawling back. Head down, slow approach, looking up shyly for permission. Respectfully I reach out to touch, I understand the distrust. For how many times have I run off to taste some other flavor of myself. For how many times have I bounded back. High on promise, loaded with gifts of … Continue reading Let it Last
“A story is a meaningful pattern of events. Through finding a story’s shape within your life’s shape, you could know what your life means.” Continued from - "Valli's World, Collooney Ireland" It was 4:45. Something woke me. I think my phone buzzed, and now I had to pee. I ducked out of the mosquito net … Continue reading I Am A Writer
Comfort in the creation of a craftswoman.