One Unitarian Universalist’s way
Finding myself on the Camino de Santiago.
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.
dear earth, / teach us to stand / like trees
Are you to serve / a bigger purpose with your resistance?
Late thoughts on the existence of God
A crack on the face of the sphere / Begat innumerable tributaries.
imagine your / body out- / living your / mind.
Light of trees
shadows of clouds / hurrying to some reunion