you are in these bones, but they are not you.

  • The stars have their own opinions.

    The stars have their own opinions.

    My appetites have all but died in the months since. The manic pressure has backed off almost entirely. But I feel this thing, this familiar gravity. It’s not surfacing, and I keep trying to sort this out but I still can’t reach it. It doesn’t feel like mine, more like a cord connected to my Read more

  • To the curly haired little girl with her big eyes

    To the curly haired little girl with her big eyes

    I know I have to start somewhere. I see the whole thing, and I know I’m adequate to the task. I know, I know all these things, and still I find myself sitting here in a chair across the room, elbows on thighs, unsure of what to do with my hands. Whole heart leaning forward, Read more

  • Grave dirt

    Grave dirt

    I don’t have time for this. It isn’t that I find it inconvenient or that I’m impatient with it- you’re here right now, asking me to sit with you, but I have somewhere to be. I have obligations that I look forward to, progress that I am making. But I need to do this, too. Read more

  • Progress, in parts.

    Progress, in parts.

    I’ve been Doing Things lately, leaps forward I wasn’t prepared to take before. I’m opening my own studio, which is the most obvious one in the risk/reward category, but I’ve also been keeping track of my mental, emotional, and physical health with a little bullet journal. It’s been incredibly helpful in tracking trends so far, Read more

  • More baby steps.

    More baby steps.

    The people I am share bones, share a soul, share every inch of intention and expression, and manifest so differently depending on location. At work, I am a caregiver. I am patient, professional, witty, diplomatic, attentive, present. At home I am impatient, loud, unready. I want to cut rope and drift when I don’t have Read more

  • I got high.

    I got high.

    I want to start at gentility but I know that isn’t the beginning. The beginning is a frustrated little bulldozer of a baby not understanding how the things she holds keep breaking. The beginning is seeded with the strength of a little girl who didn’t understand that not everyone (everything) was a running tumble waterfall Read more

let me sow that i may reap