71: Now What?

I did what I did. Beatrix did what she did. Painter did what she did. Pretty monkeys are gonna fly. We don’t see the world as it is, we see it as we are ― Anaïs Nin There isn’t much to add at this point. We each have our own reasons, stories, and imaginings about the […]

64: Gifts of the Season

I’m not ungrateful. Painter’s gift is really a reminder to myself that she is not who she pretends to be, and because of that, I owe her nothing but time and distance.

46: Stories of Safety

Nothing I do or say will create a sense of safety for people avoiding their own traumas. I cannot love someone enough to heal the wounds they are trying to avoid.

44: Sunflowers

How we got here doesn’t have to define where we go. Living that truth is all that is required to break the patterns.

42: Time Moves Slow

As much as I practice suiting up and showing up there is still a melancholy that follows me like dirt off Charles Schulz’s Pigpen.

18: A Love Letter to Betrayers – Imagining Shame

Ghost stories are not based on the realities of my actions but simply imaginings of my intentions intended to slave me to the mast of someone else’s emotional shipwreck. Letting shame go will cut you from the mast and make you the captain of your own destiny.

13: More Symbolism

And here I realized is where the story ended. In a little no frill community thrift store outside of Golden, Colorado. A few trinkets added to a hoarder’s paradise.