None of us is solely the best or worst of ourselves. Our higher selves & our shadow beings like to nestle together & do a badass bump and grind on the dance floor. It’s after hours at the club, & there’s a full-on ecstatic rave going on in the center of...
Here’s the crazy thing about light. It can be flat and dull, casting nothing into shadow and throwing little into relief. Everything is illuminated exactly the same; nothing to entice or call you forward. Any photographer knows that you can take a million...
Some days the world feels too hard and heavy, too much violence, too much pain, too much, too much, too much, and no way to make any of it make sense. Some days the people we love the most are enduring deep horror and loss and fear and trauma and pain and...
Sometimes healing looks like falling apart. Sometimes falling apart is the path to what can be built. Sometimes, we go through the darkest nights, and there is nobody but the man in the moon to hear. He always listens. Now you listen. There is not enough air in the...
I know the hard ground and the taste of the salt water I’m made of and the way even getting out of bed feels impossible some days. I know how some moments there’s not even enough air. I know the desperate and the bargains you want to make with the universe and every...
