Birdsong and Headstones

Birdsong and Headstones

Yesterday, as I drove into the sun with tears streaming down my face I wondered why it hit so much harder this year. Memories of her face melting as she held my daughter for the first time bubbled up, breaking the surface tension of a momentary stoicism. A woman...
You are already an embodiment.

You are already an embodiment.

You are already an embodiment. We all are. We begin this life by becoming an embodiment of our spiritual essence and our innate and inherited constitutions. Over time we begin to embody affinities, sometimes born of love and sometimes born of trauma. These might seem...
Shit.

Shit.

As I was planning my first ever creative sabbatical I was also having significant upgrades made to the house. The 70-year old gravity furnace needed to be replaced along with the 20-year old water heater. I decided to have a simple plumbing job done instead of waiting...
Finding the Radiant Heart Within

Finding the Radiant Heart Within

In my house, Sundays are for creativity, heart, and self-remembering. Well, every day is for those things, and Sunday is an especially good day to write about them. This post is about the messy, glorious process of creativity rather than creative output. Before we...
Remembering Ourselves

Remembering Ourselves

What does it mean to remember ourselves? For some, this might seem like a strange question prompting a different one in response: How could one forget themselves? In my experience, self-forgetting is a safety strategy and just like any other safety strategy is formed...