If You Lost your Place
Did you lose your place, your purpose? The ground always changes so you don’t bloom twice in the same soil,...
Did you lose your place, your purpose? The ground always changes so you don’t bloom twice in the same soil,...
Repair of past harm needs heaps of leaping creativity. We alchemists of restoration spring full of care as a kangaroo....
Hang on hang on, I tell myself, it’s the very ride you came for. Moving through destruction into renewal, I...
Let me do nothing today except listen. At death I’ll stretch out my arms and vault into the air, shrugging...