I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
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Warm Milk. {poetry}
This loves makes men of boys and little girls of women
This love is quiet but ever-present
This love is born from vengeance but blooms with sincerity
Gardening For My Life.
I scoured nurseries and took home dying plants from the $1 rack, and nursed them back to health. I understood how hard it was for them to recover. But I knew, like me, they were worth the effort. Nature helped me slow down enough to realize what mindfulness was all about. I expanded my ...
In These Woods Alone: The Ecstatic Ache Of Creation.
The air grows heavy with the texture of sound, but the weight increases so slowly, so minutely, that if you walked into these woods alone you would begin to lose hold of your sanity, would wonder at the buzzing in your ears that fattens and develops into voices in your head as surely and as ...
Bloom: Creating New Life After Loss.
As I write these words, it has now been three months since my brother passed away, and I find myself standing on the precipice of spring looking back over my shoulder at the steps I have journeyed since. They are jagged and disparate, crooked and uneven with no order to them other then they are ...
