May you be remembered with fondness. May those that loved you in your humanity be brave enough to continue creating a world that is kinder and serves your vulnerable brothers and sisters whether that be through education, art, relationship, advocacy, community events, or public expressions of grief.

A prayer for National Poetry Writing Month. "Awaken our emotions and senses. Align our writing hands with our hearts and minds - our holy trinity - so we may pour poetry onto the page."

What I know for certain is that stillness can heal.

a new habit has appeared in my weekends: a casual saunter downtown, sunshine on skin, breeze through hair, weight of the week dispersing.

a poetic telling of my latest holiday

here is my heart, beating in your sweaty palms. what will you do with it, I wonder, while you beat your own heart numb

Much of my Becoming a Mother story is saturated in trauma. I don’t need to drudge up painful details anymore in search of validation ...

All the right spices for a maddening depression. Restorative however, is my belief that God redeems; makes Holy what was Horrible.

Today's wildflower is reclamation; the sacred work of detaching from harmful energies through realignment with our soul & purpose.

A poetry form is of sacred importance. The 'eastann' gives voice to the complexities of humanity, environment, and the Divine.

I worked too hard this week, am grieving my past relationship significantly right now, and am generally overwhelmed. God, help me. (He did).

a river valley, addiction, and divine love.