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Creative

  • The Mute

    I light a candle. Insert my AirPods into my ears. Press play on my meditation playlist. I open my eyes in my mind. I’m met by hard, cold, gray rock. The sound of water dripping. The door in front of… Continue reading

  • In Mother’s Arms

    (written Nov. 3, 2025) I live in a valley.I work in a valley.I moved from a land that is flat and next to the sea.I am now in a place where I see mountains on the horizon.Where a 10 minute… Continue reading

  • In Between

    (written Nov. 2, 2025) I meet the Great Mother on the other side of the new door. We are on the side of the mountain but now it is rocky. There is a narrow shelf with just enough room for… Continue reading

  • Tlachtga’s Hallway

    (Written Nov. 2, 2025) Standing in a dark hallway.The door I stepped through is closed.But I can see a sliver of light underneath.I kneel down on the floor, press an eyeball to that crack between floor and door.That’s everything. I… Continue reading

  • A Place of Safety

    (Written Aug. 5, 2025) At Cunningham Falls park between north beach and south beach there is a bridge. Under that bridge is a stream that comes down from the mountains. The stream runs into a lake.  The stream has a… Continue reading

  • A Rock in the Water

    (Aug. 3, 2025) I want to sit like a huge rock, a boulder in the water. I want the water to flow around me and let me just sit. Let the lichens grow. The burbling sound and the rising and… Continue reading