The Mirror and the Tide
The human died in the brush, but this was not in vain. Like a hermit crab shedding, the shell is ready to rot and rebirth new earthly features—The moon does not speak in the small, broken syllables of men. It speaks in gravity. It speaks in the deep, heavy tug of a tide that runs…
The Return of the Wild Card
Somewhere along the way, I started measuring my worth by my productivity. If I wasn’t creating, accomplishing, earning, fixing, organizing, or helping, then I felt as though I was failing. Depression turned even the smallest tasks into uphill climbs without the certainty of a beautiful view from the top.
Billy Bones: The Rhythm of the Treehive
Sometimes, to truly appreciate our experiences, we have to learn the stories of those who stand beside us. To know me is to know the man who has chosen to walk this path beside me. This is a piece of my husband’s history, a reflection of his quiet inner reflection. It is the gospel of…
Observing people. Understanding behavior. Finding light. Trying not to be an asshole.
The Insightful Observer 