Holiest of holies, knowingly coming down on a day when there would be no place and subjecting himself to birth. Lord of lords choosing day after day, time after time to let an all-knowing mind not know anything and to learn, to struggle, to try. King of kings knowingly kneeling and praying and sweating bloodContinue reading “Knowingly (Christmas to Heaven)”
the tomorrow that you dreamed of faded, changed but its loss has aided you. and out of the ashes, the light is making something new. something more true than anything you’ve known before.
The dirt roads leading up to Druvienia feel like a portal transporting you to a different world. Trees lining the road color everything with specs of orange. Nothing moves in Druvienia. Walking through it, you could almost imagine that you were the only person there. Then the silence is disrupted by a tractor, and youContinue reading “Latvia: beautiful country, beautiful people.”
I am in a glass box and I don’t know how to escape it. I have seen tigers ablaze and actors fake it, half wrung clothes spread out to dry, knowing no one would come to take them in because their purpose had been washed away like the dirt that stained them, I I seeContinue reading “//glass//”
Hands are shaking and somehow, after years of practice I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Two twin birds are chasing each other around my belly, one is called freedom and she is rose-gold-two-tone-cannot-stand-to-be-alone feathers round her dreams. The other, his name is doubt and he is the color of the sea at storm, not the sameContinue reading “a breath.”
Often times, it is not the organized moments which bring joy, but the accidental ones. A catch up with an old friend, a walk through the woods and-more. Let’s try this. I am always put in awe by water, of the way it moves and defies order and yet blends perfectly into it. Something inContinue reading “|water|”
Breathe in exhale rewind, take the time to fail. Don’t get caught up in boxes and lines and tickets and fines and this defines me and I can’t move past and I can’t remember when my soul last rested. Instead take the time to laugh. To stop. To break. To slow down and appreciate theContinue reading “|bloom|”
Home is running barefoot through a forest path, yelling all the way in case there are bears. There never are, but we enjoy the rush.Home is calling friends at unnatural times because time zones don’t care who’s missing who.Home is my grandma’s perfume seeping through the scarves she’s left behind.Home is yelps and screams becauseContinue reading “|home|”