Now, judgement and want are curiously similar. I have something in my hand – something received – and I might witness how it changes me. I remain, both filter and vision.Read More Grace
And its the hearing that has allowed judgement to be revolutionary. It’s only ok, because it was not ok. I watched the jury box fill up, as I was thinking about joy.Read More Judge, Jury and Joy
I want it all and hold what moves of its own accord as my hand finds the balance of play.Read More Tips
Do you move in a new way that allows for pause and pace so that when you look back you will smile with tears in your eyes at your own strength and bravery, in what you have released . . . in what you have handed to others . . . and what has come back to you, changed by its path?Read More Do you? Are you?
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t naked. More likely wandering my house in his underwear, hammer and clawing his favourite instrument just as the mood struck. It was quite something to have that banjo around, and the wave of a man that came with it.Read More Naked Banjo
So we are going to have tea, that sweater and me. Celebrate firsts and circles and release. Chase the swirls of steam with my raised cup and toast peace.Read More One giant leap for . . .
Let go.Read More Time
And so I am gifted with the core of who Beardo is – not was – everyday. I have the privilege of knowing the person he was striving to be, because he has become.Read More Peaceversary
I don’t have a #metoo story, other than that creepy great uncle who showed me how to play pool. But when my fellow caregivers speak, I am reminded.Read More Caregiver, too
They passed as flesh no longer served. But they continue the conversation you both started when you were born to one another.
Hold yourself. Hold.
There is this whole lifetime
That you shared.Read More Death strips bare