on Hope – Page 7 – the Infinite

tilt-shift view of feet in sneakers, presumably belonging to people sitting atop a stone wall

a fire sale, if I had things to sell

What I could do, though, was witness it. So that someone was there and you weren’t alone.

a dark path lined by trees, looking toward a break in the horizon bright with sunshine

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Hope/the Work

decolonizing death, part one of many

I am doing my best to find the most harmonious way to hold my candle in the darkness so that you can see it and find me, bringing your own light, so that we hav...

a rainbow flag hangs from the metal balcony of a brick building

on Chosen Family/on Hope/on Queerness

on #NCOD

I’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.

a child reaching through a hole in a wall, stretching out an arm and making eye contact with the camera

on being Exvangelical/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

I could only lead you so far

Do you know what it feels like to be believed in? Have you experienced the incredible fortune of knowing that you matter?

two brown hands holding a heart-shaped stone carved with the word 'Hope'

on Hope/on Praxis

hoping our way into the future

Try to remember what hope feels like. Try to believe that hope matters, even while the future is uncertain.

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

on Chronic Illness/on Happiness/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness/the Pandemic/the Work

this is all about me: I have become older

I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.