sometimes empty
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
there is no place here for the army of cruelty
single leaf falling
Leave a comment This piece says everything about what I want (and have) in community. In my relationships. In my work. And what I offer folx. After a couple of years of strange relationship dynamics, what I know for sure is I have some really loyal and dear folx in my life and I’m so…
Today’s love note is all about staying with the flow of the river of life. I almost said “in the flow” but that’s a given. We’re in the flow whether we like it or not. When we stay with it though, it’s much nicer. Have a listen! The tea I’m sipping on in the recording…
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.