There is a lot I don't know right now...about how to help, what to do, and how to understand myself in this world. But there are a few things I do know. Here they are.
How do we hold the cosmic and the mundane, the violent and the stunning, the brutal and the profound ?
A poem of reflection: on changing, growing, letting go of pieces of ourselves, and looking towards the bright future. Celebrate every moment.
In this essay, I explore the meaning of right and wrong, why self-improvement made me so angry at the start of quarantine, and how the ocean operates as my center through it all.
Today for Mental Health Monday, I share a poem of mine exploring addiction and how it influences my mind and spirit, what it means and what it is (not).