My Branching Path
I see a four-limbed Mama doing a headstand. Am I staring upwards? Or are these giant roots. She has...
I see a four-limbed Mama doing a headstand. Am I staring upwards? Or are these giant roots. She has...
I honor the resting time, praising invisibility and trust. I gather courage to emerge, preparing myself to wax. I pray...
All the selves I’ve been are with me. These local selves clamor and convene. Then my extended self gathers me...
When you’re gifted with a new place to wake, when you’ve been plucked up and set down in a new...