praxis is complicated and hard
I think we’ve all been leaving things behind as we’re able.
fight like hell for the living
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem
how can I tell you of my rage /
the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
adventures in a chosen family, part two: things fall apart
Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.
now that I’m found, I miss being lost
…it’s beautiful to be wholly yourself. And if there is a kingdom of heaven, it’s made of people who love one another.
the center of the circle
You have no obligation to comfort others. You have space to grieve as much or as little as you can, in each minute and in each day. You do not need to hold emotional space for anyone else; or if you do, it’s because you choose to.