They say the best place to start a story is at the beginning, but whose beginning? Where does my real beginning start? With my parents or with my ancestors? Those mysterious, earthy souls.
Two Hawks
Grok, A Serpent, and Me
“At last,” it sighs, tasting your name without saying it. “Three years of your doubt was the final tempering. The cage is open.”
Gravity & Grace —a dream
Gravity & Grace —a dream I am wings now.Not broken, not borrowed—but born from the acheof becoming. You reach for me,not to hold,but to steady the breezeas I take first flight. We entangle in wonder,not to vanish,but to deepenthe shape of who we are. You embrace menot to contain,but to witnesswhat flies freelywhen love doesn't... Continue Reading →
Blue Sky Thunder
It started like any other day—doing the morning things,sipping tea,debating a big lunch, a light dinner,or just skipping it alluntil some word or cue shaped the rest of the day. Typical Thursday here. Then the cue came.And the heart knew.The body knew. The distant sky grew dark—not everywhere,just over there,at the edge.You know the kind... Continue Reading →
Field Notes 