Musings for the collective
A reminder and offering on this full moon.
Vulnerability by Tristen Stawicki
A seedling bursts forth in damp smelling earth
An upward offering of underground strength ...
Here is the tale of Sunflowers and yellow finches - a funny story that really allowed me to not take gardening so seriously.
Sunflowers are my all time favorite flower. I love their sunny...
Is this all there is?
Behind me I see struggle, wanting, and dreaming
Before me I see struggle, wanting, and dreaming
In me I feel discontent, disconnected, disappointed
I wanted better for...
Drama in the daytime
Flipped tables, and raining charcuterie
Twirling hair and grasping fingers
Raised voices shrieking obscenities and demanding justice
Fourth walls breaking
Calls for...
I’ve attended reiki trainings and workshops for healers, and without fail a brave voice asks the question that plagues many of us: “How do I know if this is my ego or ____ (insert...
That whisper of a different life is calling me again
Saying me name, screaming the end
How do I respond, why do I keep waiting for my life to begin
Gimme a chance to change, call to me again
Say...
Who am I to demand anything of the stars?
A blue and black lilac sky greets me and I exhale for the first time all day. Inky silhouettes of trees call me back, call me home.
Who am I...
There is nothing more vulnerable than opening the front door to a newly formed business. When I opened my business I felt filled with hope, longing, and curiosity. I craned my neck to see if a...
