Every October, I see more & hear more & feel more & know more. With much pain and much pleasure, I have learned to listen to those feelings without doubt and without fear. This hallow’s eve left me writing with pen in hand, and so I share what I can, when I can, how I can.

So, here are some thoughts I think are beautiful & don’t know what to do with…too busy to refine…too shy to share…too prideful to give to chat…This isn’t quite a cohesive essay, but feels more like a stream of consciousness that has been cared for… 

rituals of love. rituals of pain. rituals of healing.

Re-imagining an excerpt from bell hook’s All About Love from the perspective of a woman who receives love in abundance, perhaps in excess.

The reef is the greatest metaphor for our world. This planet, our home has long thrived on diversity. For some time, the multiplicity of humans sufficed; showing us unique ways that we formulate love—love for community, love for self, love for earth. And these practices, cultures, traditions once fed the color and vibrancy of our world.