Empty space in our moments is quietly traded away for what our imagination fills it in with. Beliefs that welcome the talking points of insecurity.   Unchecked dislike without consideration for the courage that danced in those fields too. Presentation...

Under a particular word, the better parts of us show up in a scene but if we can't negotiate that, the low ceiling ends up being a catastrophe. Ends up a boundary made from shame, frustration and surprise. A longing for the kind of strength that seems to coast as an...

Under the label of survival, there are times when retreating makes sense for us. When existing steps in because there is an awareness of feeling small. In hope sounding different and fear having us trained in the reasons why it does. And in lonely making us cry while...

If fear rises, the air burns on both the inhale and the exhale. If grief stands out, the sun's embrace is replaced by dancing shadows. If anger keeps the heart, thoughts are ever so slowly dragging memories by their feet. If despair is written, shaken feelings can't...

Roaming around in our stories are words that tell us who we are. As the reminders of the moments and marks that have shaped us.  Of their repetitive familiar speech without an on-off switch. Of the long and messy process of our gardens. Where details become heavy...

Flowers are never just flowers but it's hard to take our minds off of the relief that they bring. Weeds are never just weeds but it's hard to take our minds off of the disbelief that they bring. In how their silly little moments and the ones we fall crying into are...