the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
I wrote this song with words/content from some Facebook friends today. I’m gonna be singing it tonight at A Creative Commons Celebration hosted by The Seattle Star. Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along: Today I dance a dance of joy For my ancestors and yours I wanna break down these walls…
The Beginnings and Ends of Shadow Today’s randomly chosen word, beginnings, comes from the achingly beautiful book, Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan. I got the book for my daughter and ended up reading it. I’m so glad I did. It’s the kind of story that takes your heart out, squeezes it hard, heals…
how we’re still working on bringing ourselves and the world around us to back to life…
Color hunting is a fun game, especially when on foot, bus, and train!
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….