allowance.

allowance.

      “you are allowed to be you” she said as we held savasana. that’s when the tears came. where along the way did i begin to believe something different? i haven’t always felt at home on this earth. my round thoughts never...
longing.

longing.

The longing is loud, most days. Every day. Mostly at night. Mornings, too. And those frequent times I wake up in the middle of the night. It’s when I feel closest to my desires. The house quiet, settled where everything within me has space to rise up. The longing is...

clarity & confusion

clarity: freedom from indistinctness or ambiguity.  the quality of coherence.   I encountered clarity on my living room floor, once.  I found myself hemorrhaging from the inside out.  There should have been a pool of blood right next to me, but there...

the holy contradiction project

what happens in the space where contradictions meet, cross over, bump up against one another?  is there wholeness in that?  we humans are complex.  we contain multitudes.  we attach ourselves to labels and we move through the world with those labels in tact.  what...
found

found

and there you sit. found. right beside the lies that you’ve heard whispered into your recent cellular memory. “it would be easier if you would just disappear”. unspoken words, of course. being found is about action. it’s the inaction that hurts...