Your stories belong to you
no one can rename you
Other, it can’t stick, as you offer the gift
of being and saying who you are.
I'll keep being open to deep magic until I find a way to believe in it.
One Unitarian Universalist’s way
Finding myself on the Camino de Santiago.
A sigh hollowed out the chamber of the heart
Words on a page suggest associations, and then the associations stimulate original ideas.
I use the tools of body paint and photography to represent myself in a way that aligns with my own aesthetic and intellectual interests.
Where there can be no words
I go for fierce landscapes every chance I get.
So simple anyone can do it
You just sit in a chair and write, right?
A flower grew
What my young daughter taught me about the meaning of death.
My bodily differences are part of my dignity and humanity.
Admitting I would benefit from using a scooter gave me the gift of freedom.
Show me your channels of hope.
dear earth, / teach us to stand / like trees