The space between two chairs
November is the perfect month to grieve. Grief is built into its bones. It’s the time of year when you realize there’s no going back. The cold is upon us and it will get much worse before it gets any better. It requires a true surrender to shoulder this burden well. Old and new, many rituals in different cultures choose November as a time to choose November as a time to connect with death. Whether it’s All Hallow’s Tide or Day of the Dead or even Remembrance Day, many people had the same good idea. We continue to uphold the traditions, I believe, for the healing they can bring.
Just as terrified
When something bad happens,
All you want is for things to go back to normal
More Important than safety
My heart was a wild animal. It would break out of its cage like the chickens that fly out of the coop with little regard for the danger that just ate one of their brothers. No, that freedom to roam and choose and follow the muse is more important than safety or survival.
A Home in Song/light
Stroked by moonlight, promises of spring. A monstrous emotion found a home in song. In a presentation so simple there’s not even fancy napkins at the table. Within it we can explore what it means to be human in a changing world. What it means to confront desire. And to love whole-heartedly. To speak your truth and swallow it whole.