The Unstaged Life
I can only imagine the strangeness of knowing you don’t know something… and eventually you just accept what is.
I sat with her, in the second sanctuary of the day. So still, stiller than any stillness I’ve known. Like all the air was sucked out of the room and filled with “being”.
Valentine’s 2023: Generational Love
Her hands were my favorite home to visit– worn and full of something intangible, Mystery brimming from her fingertips; a residue of all she’d held. Her story was wrapped up not in words, but in wrinkled, worn, paper thin skin.
