fifteen~love

From the music of the spheres to the music of our own solar system, fifteen is a special number. . . . → Read More: fifteen~love

~thankful thursday~ everywhere and nowhere

I am grateful for hope, which appears in this moment not as a thing with feathers, but with fur. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ everywhere and nowhere

~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

Collecting butterflies while not vacationing is a lot like practicing gratitude. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ favorite college professor

“When overwhelmed thinking about covid, I distract myself. Like, I think about how to write pi in binary.” . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ favorite college professor

~thankful thursday~ caterpillar care

…the wind bathing us in fresh air after a year in which breathing has become much more sacred, the eagle dancing above the rainbow-glazed waterfall… . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ caterpillar care

~thankful thursday~ bedraggled we begin

I’m not doing great, and I didn’t have to pretend I was. I could just stand there like a bedraggled flower and absorb some light, nothing required of me. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ bedraggled we begin

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

…a never encountered dragon that could only be seen as a shadow or sometimes a bend in the light… . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

Maybe life is a little like a parabola, you have to get to the bottom of it at some point, but you can look forward to it going back up on the other side! . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces

Hundreds of geese huddled along the edge of the bay as we drove through foggy smoke after picking up pizza for date night at home. Robins had sat in the grass all day looking stunned. So much dryness. So much stillness after such a turbulent wind. The lawn crunched under my feet as I pick pears up off the ground, embarrassed by the plenty falling into my hands while others are losing everything, or still waiting to hear the outcomes of their everything. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces

~rainbow mondays~ smolder

“How many fears came between us?

Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell

rained smoldering pus

from skies made of winged death.

Horror tore this world asunder.

While inside the bleeding smoke

and beyond the shredded weeping flesh

. . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ smolder