Writing

  • Being

    My being in life feels slower. Gentler, and yet I’m sure this too shall pass, as all of life does. I just read an old blog post, from 2019. The words were mine, written with my hands, dictated by my… Continue reading

  • Tender

    It’s late, and I need to sleep. My heart has been tender, of late. So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.) Sleep… Continue reading

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • Rolling

    It is how I am today. This darling tumble weed, rolling slowly down the precious hill they call life. I no longer search for a deeper wind, to roll faster or better… than what? I simply roll, and sigh, and… Continue reading

  • Cruel Deception

    What is this sorrow? It is a shared siren wailing through the silver of our human chain. But darling, you say. You must smile, you must find the joy beyond the day. The heart cries when the heart cries. A… Continue reading

  • One With It All

    I am tired, my body understands this as truth. And yet there is so much my heart wants to say. I am desperate to speak. Longing for home. I will try to come again, soon. So my words might fall… Continue reading

  • I choose

    Just one step deeper. One step further into the stars, and I am there. It is rare that I allow myself to come home, knowing the depths and where they can take me. Knowing that real life can never be… Continue reading

  • Keep Stepping

    How dear you are to this world, you must never forget. How days cannot be as they should be without you. Keep stepping. Continue reading

  • Drawing

    Every spare moment I have is spent drawing. It is an obsession. An itch that will not go away, no matter how vigorously I scratch it. It is all a great mystery, this creative road I travel. Art has been… Continue reading

  • The Wind

    I am here. Can you feel me? I am the wind. I am the wind. Continue reading