Being heard
Love's Voice When It Trembles
A letter about what remains when silence begins to speak
The unfamiliar
My Moon and My Sun
Among the shining lights, I saw the sun and the moon merged into one.
Argument
What I See in You Is What I Left in Me
Lately I’ve begun to feel invisible, still here but no longer seen. A disposable camera, once its film is developed, that is set aside and forgotten, even though it remains in plain sight. This morning, for the first time, I asked myself if perhaps I’m the one doing
Self-growth
Dances That Don't Return, They Echo
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
Sacred storytelling
A Jar Full of Tears
To the little girl I left behind. I see you now.