You Might Not Be as Safe as You Think You Are at Work.
We need to feel like the work we do feeds our purpose in life. We need to feel like we make an impact. We need rest, nourishment and safety.
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Rebelle Society
Dreams of an Elephant: Open Letter to the Community.
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
Love Listens, and Knows When You Need to Be Held.
Love is not secrets and games... Love does not enter into relationship with falsities and masks, for it knows it cannot possibly blossom in toxic soil.
In This War of the Worlds, the Surface World Is Cracking.
We know there are two worlds. We know that the way people talk and behave on the surface isn’t the whole picture, it’s a charade.
An Infinity of Now in All Space and All Time. {poetry}
Now is a moment richly endowed with the sum total of all of the nows entangled in the quantum expanse that is an infinity of now in all space and time.
Landslide: The Rumble and Rubble of My Dad’s Death.
I can’t recall feeling angry with Dad for his death, perhaps that is still to come. I have felt angry that I’ve had to deal with any of it at all.
Do You Not Wish to Enter Your Dark Forest? {poetry}
Wish you not to celebrate it? To be purified, baptized by your own most sacred pains, having made a halo with bloody hands?
We Are All the One Thing Seeking to Know Itself.
If we think of the No Thing as whenua (Maori name for land) we live on, we can see that some of the land has been fenced off for certain tasks or purposes.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Eight. {fiction}
Now that we knew that there were far fewer people in the world than we previously assumed, it seemed even more important to document our history.
So Many Beautiful Words. {poetry}
It is so dark inside my head. I can’t see. I pretend, I speak, I look, I live, wrestling those words. One foot on their throat, but begging for their mercy.