Today, I set out to spread kindness around my city, specifically to a person who I think may be affected by the new ban on refugees. I took small cards that said “you belong.” […]
the cicadas are growing quiet, wings worn and tattered from summer’s symphony, the melody that brings them life. and also death. a refrain pulsed through their dreams as they lay burrowed deep in sleep […]
I don’t breathe easily. But I do try. I sing. I sip tea. I listen to the birds and cicadas. I drink cool water and try to get enough sleep. I walk barefoot in […]
sing your way deep, deep into the earth, into that blackness that keeps you, that folds you in while you sleep. keep still, songstress, your wings be silent and soft. it is a […]
our raw edges are our beauty. our fragmented hearts are our strength. our being human is our glory.
this warped and weathered tree twisted by wind grey with time. it speaks more to my soul than many tongues of men.
When i began drinking matcha tea several years ago, it was purely for my health. My doctor thought the antioxidants, clean energy, and natural mood boost would be good for my post partum body. […]
I look up into the tangled tendrils of the willow branches falling around me, their softness and sway on me the way hair falls around a face, on shoulders, and down a bare back. […]
And it always seems that just when daily life seems most unbearable, stretching out before me like a prison sentence, when I seem most dead inside, reduced to mindlessness, bitter tears, or both, that […]
I would not have stepped foot outside today, except to quickly water the patch of grass and sweep the debris quickly from the patio. The last gusts of winter would have held me indoors […]