Pockets of Freedom, Encounters with Agitation
Not mine. I let go.
Field Note: Parenting in the Wild
Choosing to Grow
The difference between Choice and Acceptance is slight. I radically accept what I did not choose. And that is brining me peace.
Field Note: Growing Where I’m stuck
Maybe it is a case of the blahs or whatevers, but whatever it is, it is what it is, and I can find peace in it.
POEM: When You Know, You Know
Early autumn. When you know you know you know. You see it in the light. You hear it in the cricket chirps. You taste and smell it. We’ve stepped over. Finally. To fall.
Field Note: Moving Into Cozy Time
Gratitude long before November arrives. The gift of quieter, more personal traditions.
Field Note: The Number Stayed Still
Sorry, I have abs with organs and I enjoy wine. <3
Field Note — Sunday, Before 10
Domestic Day Sunday. Home. Hearth. Health.
Poem: The Dream Survives
Run. Run. Run.
Through the chambers of my heart.
Learning What Matters
Letting it flow. Letting it go. Coming home to myself.
The Withered One Does Not Rule the World
I’m with the wild ones. The cycles that can’t be tamed.
Light After the Lightning Strike
Tree of Light, Tree of Life
Field Note: I’m Not Doing It Right
Again. And again. And again.
Field Note: Tucking the Day to Bed on the Sound Side
Just a sunset. Just a ritual.
Field Note: Late Summer Loping Of Vines - OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
Overgrown its welcome. Snip!
Field Note: I Mapped It Out Myself 🧭
aspirational but that is ok - my whole life is aspirational
Fieldnote Prompt: I’m checking out on’em
Sundays Souvenirs of Terrible Years
Sundays Souvenirs
Field Note — Six Hours
Life has markers. Listen to them.
Life Has Markers. Listen to them.