praxis is complicated and hard
I think we've all been leaving things behind as we're able.
Category: on Hope
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.
the promises we inherit
One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.
I’m your mother and your father
I want to love deeply without assuming that all the pain is mine to endure.
the twelfth day
As the wheel turns, so do we. As the seasons cycle around every year the same but not the same, so do we.
the eleventh day
Tomorrow I have the privilege of handing gifts to my family from the House, and being in the middle of smiles and jokes and letting myself just be; just be love...