Tag: presence

• Angst

  I know you’re upset

  But here

  I carved a space

  In my heart

  Meet me there 

  We’ll have tea

  Not too strong 

  So we can still 

  go to bed early

  We’ll talk about the 

  meaning of 

  Our matching fingerprints

  You scribble tears on your face

  With blue crayon

  They fall, rain from your cheeks

  Splash into your cup

  Allow me to drink it for you

  It’s been long enough

  You don’t have to do this alone

  

  Episode five of the podcast Living Practice is live 💕 catch it here or find it on your favorite podcast platform.

  2026.04.09

• will you accept this payment

  tended the garden of this mind

  brains weren’t  extraordinary

  I cling to the title:

  gifted

  press the label onto my shirt

  hand lingers above my breast

  delusion

  the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

  it’s all I ever was…until, you know

  I wasn‘t

  plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

  blackout nights, herded by strangers

  bra stuffed with money

  and tear-stained fights

  this body became

  the sacrifice;

  payment on the altar of

  expectation

  color me surprised

  you roll your eyes

  not impressed

  tell me this

  is it enough yet?

  

  2026.04.03

• where do you see reflections of yourself?

  Feet pull me out the door

  And wind runs fingers

  through my hair

  It’s familiar:

  this soft, electric air

  between the storms

  Damp earth sinks beneath me

  I fall into lush moss

  and vibrant greens

  alive with rain

  I see myself here

  reflected back

  by tree roots

  and budding leaves

  There is family here

  in heavy water drops

  and curious bird eyes

  

  2026.04.02

• loving gaze

  Where it began: stilt houses

  Skeletal remains emerging

  from algae-green pools

  Awe blooming at heart level

  for faded places, forgotten

  I whisper “thank you for open eyes”

  now I lovingly see

  crooked barns

  crumbling factories

  boarded-up businesses

  debris piles left behind

  wild-torn houses

  places hold people, hold stories…

  and now no one is left

  to tend to these places,

  they were once a flurry of

  motion, aliveness, everyday mundanity

  now no one bothered

  to even tear them down

  burn remains

  memorialize their time here

  honor what was

  

  2026.03.26

• On feeling stuck creatively

  Creativity begets creativity. If you find yourself “stuck,” find another way to get creative…lower the stakes and have fun. It clears the channel.
  “Stuck” is the framework because you’re caught in the loop of expectation and pushing. All it does is crowd you with nonsense. 

  Nothing will flow if you don’t keep the channel open. Creative play is basically inspirational housekeeping.

  

  

  

  My book is now available to purchase

  2026.03.26

• I see it in the pieces and in the whole

  

  

  

  2026.03.18

• What are we making today?

  

  2026.03.06

• Where I find the sacred

  Reading “Ordinary Mysticism” by Mirabai Starr

  I find the presence of the sacred hidden in my aching bones when I have to push myself a little farther past my comfort zone. I am reminded I am alive.

  I find the presence of the sacred as I walk, an obligation, yes…but also a gift. I move on familiar paths and marvel that I came together as this particular collection of cells, at least for now.

  I also feel the sacred flowing through tingling fingers as I create. It is an openness that simply keeps me moving.

  I feel the sacred in the hard moments, but also in the soft. Like asking the kids about how their day was, laying down for a daily nap because I respect this body enough to know rest is vital.

  Although I can feel imperfect on my path, ultimately I believe the sacred meets me in the trying. I am forever in a state of reaching toward the unknowable mystery: my fingers imagine grasping the hem of its cloak…but remember that not knowing is beauty too. I breathe, my chest rises. the day is promising but also cold. I have shelter and warmth and unending love, even if only for this brief moment.

  

  For more writing on where I meet the sacred, check out my recent essay in Fieldwren Journal: available here

  I just started it, but go grab a copy of “Ordinary Mysticism: Your Life as Sacred Ground” by Mirabai Starr. Let me know what you think.

  2026.03.01

• Making marks

  

  An automatic drawing I made last night while watching Uzumaki. Mostly just tried to set time apart where I wasn’t doomscrolling. Being locked in during a snow storm has made it hard to resist the phone, especially since I can’t go for my daily walk. My legs hurt intensely. Luckily my ulcer issues have chilled out, and the medicine I am allowed to take has kept the horrid headaches at bay. I still slept a lot today. I also began knitting a hat. Still trying to work through my stash.

  Back to the drawing, into interesting because a lot of elements always seem to appear and I usually see some type of character or spirit manifest. Will probably do more of this tonight when I’m not knitting.

  2026.01.25

• Welcome to the void

  I found a fun little notebook at a record store and now I’m filling it with collage

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  2025.12.28