The grit of memory persists, lodged somewhere as an irritant, difficult if not impossible to extract. More often than not it presents as somatic. This morning I remembered the day we climbed into the abandoned bell tower attached to the small and dilapidated church that was perched on the outer edge of the city. I remember the weight of the lead ( Read more... )

I have been baking a lot, allowing myself to become enveloped in the process of mixing and kneading. I've been letting intuition guide and the results have been satisfying and affirming.

Happy Birthday Kellyn.

Here's to knowing our own souls and those who serve as our compliments.

The mind protecting itself by shutting down an intimacy
that, most likely, won’t be returned. Why expect it? As if
that were the mind’s chief purpose, to resist a fall, though
falling’s what the body
does best.

- Carl Phillips

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All is calm.

Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl ( Read more... )

Everything was/is all huge and beautiful.


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