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What about the speed of honey? If we moved at a glacially slow pace, would our days be sweeter? Would we lay on the floor, turn our faces...

sun drenched, coffee stained, just as holy as the first one. Here’s a new morning for our bleary eyes, for our hopeful hearts, for the...

We are sun-kissed, one part salt water, one part watermelon juice running down our chins. At dusk the clouds look like they have...

I am hungry, famished really for a brush with the Divine. I’d take a strong wind, a colorful dream or the feeling of gravity that comes...

You did such a good job opening up! That’s what I say to the flowers. You did such a good job looking up, turning towards the sun,...

All I want to do is to go to the beach and write poetry. Is that too much to ask? When did adulting become a full-time gig? When did the...

Release the tension in your jaw. Allow the pillow to hold the weight of your head. Have a scone. Have four! Press the crumbs into your...

If I was to draw a map of my joy like dots in a constellations or pegs in a light bright or all those google map pins there would be a...

I hope the thing we remember from these days of firsts is how you squeezed my hand when we unlocked the door and how we ate cheese and...

Two nights ago a storm rolled in- clouds thick with potential, heavy with secrets. The whole city went inside- faces pressed up against...

I discovered- if you are scared, or grieving, or weary of the world and the way it is, then you should ride a roller coaster. And when...