If you have cried, these last few nights, the way I have cried.Tears that open you ragged and raw, so many tears that they run wild, so many tears that they cover everything. Like the rain here in the desert runs through the washes because the earth is too parched to...
Perhaps we don’t need to worry so much about the spaces in between. The vastness of the desert we wander through, searching for the way home. Perhaps that time is vital in ways we will never understand. And perhaps we can find space to accept that the journey...
An incomplete list of the things I am speaking of when I say thank you:Solitude. The sweet and sharp slice of ecstasy. Teeth on bone. Roar of ocean. The soft space and those that hold it. Silver of space just before the fall, when surrender is inevitable but not yet...
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