I am inspired to seek my own freedom, my own liberation towards radical self-love. To find a place beyond tolerance of this physical form that sustains my life, and instead a place of deep appreciation and unapologetic love.

the first flowers bloom.
not because they are brave.
but because that is who they are.

as we sing and build, our song is carried off

most mornings i wake up, and my body is already gripping.

There’s something lurking underneath that wants to come out. I can feel it in my throat right now.

The weekend was liberation. My spirit crawled to California, tired and dull with slight rain but not enough water to be news.

You’ve been lurking in the shadows for a while.

When I fall silent,
May I surrender, gently
into what wants to come through
May I learn to celebrate
When I fall silent

All spring I’ve been watching these blue japys build their nest on our back porch, squatting really, in an old robin’s nest left behind 2 years ago.