Shelter.

Whenever I am at the bus stop, I remember that its secret name is bus shelter. And then I whisper: SHELTER. I fill up on shelter. I breathe it in, as a quality that lives somewhere inside of me and is sparked by this moment of remembering it. Collarbone lungs. Wally...

Visions #160: en theos

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted. I always get useful information about...

Friday Chicken #209: crown as a verb.

In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. The hard stuff The letter that I didn’t want to receive. Well, not the letter...
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