I am heartbroken for the world, Wrecked alongside the countless brothers and sisters Suffering, dying, and being destroyed on this human-forsaken planet. Because who else will care…… Read more
I long for transformation,Complete, utter, irrevocable.Not the “on my way to glory,” hands in the air, hallelujah transformation,But on my callused knees, belly to the Mother, last…… Read more “A longing”
What is that one last leaf there atop the highest branch of the frozen maple? Hanging on desperately for dear life after all her companions have long…… Read more “The solo leaf in fall”
On the last days of my 38th year, I have one prevailing emotion. Gratitude. Deep overflowing gratitude that often brings me to my knees at how much…… Read more “At the end of the day”
Refuse to look lightly upon the world. Bear the weight of each day, every moment, every word and every action, like it is your last and final undoing. Let this burden weigh you down, push you under, slow your feet to a crawl. Some days you will feel as though you are sinking in quicksand slowly creeping its way up to your chin, heavy on the chest, only a matter of time when breath escapes you. Other days, running in water or wading through snow will feel only slightly more difficult. And some some days, you’ll crawl, climb, maybe even dance with a burden light and malleable. Bear it, none the less, and do not forget that you are not alone.