on Hope – Page 8 – the Infinite

a dark-haired man with a mustache in a short sleeve white shirt is sitting on an old wooden manure spreader, holding the reins of a pair of auburn Belgian workhorses. a young child sits next to him turned away from the camera. another child faces the photographer with a big smile.

on Chosen Family/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Generational Trauma/on Hope

the promises we inherit

Posted on 26 January 2023

One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.

sapling with five red leaves on a forest floor

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Generational Trauma/on Hope

I’m your mother and your father

Posted on 5 January 2023

I want to love deeply without assuming that all the pain is mine to endure.

a celtic cross grave marker overgrown with green moss

on Hope/on Praxis/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

the twelfth day

Posted on 2 January 2023

As the wheel turns, so do we. As the seasons cycle around every year the same but not the same, so do we.