unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem
how can I tell you of my rage /
the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
adventures in a chosen family, part two: things fall apart
Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.
now that I’m found, I miss being lost
…it’s beautiful to be wholly yourself. And if there is a kingdom of heaven, it’s made of people who love one another.
the center of the circle
You have no obligation to comfort others. You have space to grieve as much or as little as you can, in each minute and in each day. You do not need to hold emotional space for anyone else; or if you do, it’s because you choose to.
the promises we inherit
One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.
how to lose a bunch of writing time
cw: chronic illness experience I’ve had a fair amount of time now with my chronic illness diagnoses — my doctor has been very good at pinpointing what’s going on with me and giving me diagnoses that are helpful,…