I used to be called fearless for the risks I would take without hesitation. Huge leaps of faith across country lines and cultural divides. Deep into jungles and high upon mountains. Far out in the ocean swimming with dolphins: never pausing to think of the sharks nearby. No concern with dying, for I had nothing … Continue reading Something to Lose
Is this some great hollowing? Is this how I'm to be made empty? To become one with the void? Every time I think I'm close to making peace with my circumstances, the black veil returns to shroud the world in my eyes by dimming the sky. Some say it’s hard to see in greyscale, but … Continue reading Heart Light
To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branches, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs. Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … Continue reading Tree Affinity
It's hard to reconcile being wild sometimes, the feral hunger. The seeking eyes, the instincts that lead one to survive. The shapeshifting in twilight when it’s dark enough to see more colors, and Iight enough to illuminate the way forward. Star-kissed riverbeds and spectral skies. Emerald trees and non-linear time. Magenta plumes and lavender moons. … Continue reading Wild Like Me
I used to feel beautiful in the morning, innocense restored and lines smoothed out on my face. Now the lines seem deeper and there is no such thing as innocence anymore. Now I'm only tired and my tissues know it, losing their grip on my bones and sinking like my heart to the bottom of … Continue reading Making Peace with Aging
The treasure of water in the air and in the green. The gift unseen but felt in a breath when the lungs open fully to receive it, or upon thirsty skin awaiting reprieve from heat. The plush forest rejoices when fire comes but does not catch, for moist plants are living instead of becoming kindling. … Continue reading Keepers of the Garden
The fires drove us away when they raged and caged my breath. My family’s home in my lungs with buildings and machines, blood and bones, a million dead dreams and more. We could not have known what was in store for the forests of the world any more than the sea knew she'd be swallowing … Continue reading The Call of Fire
Is everything crumbling around me, or is this merely my fear? Why do I feel at any momentall things could disappear?I endeavor to hold ontothat which I care about. But every day I seem to wakewith great mountains of doubt.As if I climb a steep incline with legs too week to stand. As if I … Continue reading The Will of a Whisper
I. It’s easy to have no regrets when you never look back. Avoiding photographs and sunshine. Keeping the albums closed. One lives for the future instead of the past. Always seeking to forsake the now, But accidents happen and the dusty old box is found in the attic of forgetting, right where Pandora left it, … Continue reading A Greater Heart
Angels are the ones who see you with a sparkle in their eyes and a little extra wide smile. The ones who make just the right jokes to take tons of bricks off your chest. The ones who sometimes know what you need before you say it, giving you remembrance of humanity's unity. And when … Continue reading How to Spot an Angel
