Just yesterday, though it wasn’t the first time, a parent stopped me on my way out of the school to ask how I was doing. Had it been the first time, I may have stopped and stayed there to give her a more sincere answer. I probably wouldn’t have replied with only a curt…
Category: Certainty
It’s okay to look up, to let go, to make space. It’s okay: an homage to January
This time last year I had hiked the footpath down to South Creek. Even in the winter, the waters manage to flow while all life around it is frozen and dormant. With the coniferous trees, the buried small rodents, and the face of the cliff as witness, I casted expired cleansing salts from my grandfather’s…
shoreline
you’ll find that sometimes there are no words to explain it all, to understand life; that is, nothing exactly can come close. Like, God, who I’m always asking, for about Love, mostly since I doubt ever settling on Home, because I can never just seem to be still, and okay with not knowing. these come…
Where Home Will Come to Settle
July 9th, South Creek Trail I’ve been mulling over “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver since the first time in March. The poem seems to be slowly developing its color and understanding as I allow myself to really feel into how its message applies to my life. The line, “harsh and exciting” has caught my attention…
Clearing, Planting
24 May, 2017 I took a walk through South Creek the other day after visiting my grandfather. My grandfather’s German Shepard, Elsa, took me fast down the trail, pounding out her excitement paw-after-paw. Eventually my thoughts caught up to my own body and I pulled to heel Elsa as best as I could. I could hear…
Letter to Arij, excerpt
Arij, Is Palestine still in your grips are you managing to keep a hold as it loosening from your fingertips Has your mind been affected by sleep of the hours you stay awake to unfold a package, never knowing what to expect one you’d rather not bother to even inspect, as sometimes oil drips from…
Gamel, believing only takes believing
Sitting on the wall, split in her certainty by her own thinking: for one, looking back to ponder the way that brought her to where she sat on the wall; and for another: considering the route ahead—the vague outline of the route, obscured by a blinding sunlight—This is how I found Gamel when I arrived…
Between Meds and Madness
Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up. It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…
in search of every horizon's sun 