of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
I had a dream last night that present-day-me somehow (as a spirit? a thought? a memory but also premonition?) was able to supernaturally visit myself as a 10-year-old. I appeared at a gathering with my mom's extended family at my grandparent's bay house in Galveston: a get together I vaguely remember. 10-year-old me was in... Continue Reading →
It’s late. I’m not sure of the time, but it’s been night for a while---long enough for the dark to feel damp and for the scattered clouds to have a purple tint. In my jammies and boots without socks, I’m walking through the wet grass out to the barn where Bunny, Tee, and Baby Bodhi... Continue Reading →
I'm standing on the back patio, cool wind brushing over my skin. It's rare to feel an April chill down here in Texas and yet, here I am wishing I'd worn a light jacket. Above me, a green basket hangs with bright, pink impatiens spilling over the edges of it; sprinkles of shedded pedals flickering... Continue Reading →
There’s a place in the world Where fairies exist. They perch on yellow petals Watching pollen float delicately Around them like floating, golden halos. There’s a place in the world Where magnets are stronger. Pebbles and rocks roll together into Flower-like shapes and brilliant, infinite stars With a million, trillion points in a million, trillion... Continue Reading →
Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the night, Not a creature was stirring in the cold air’s bite. The chickens were snug in their coop with care, In floofy, puffed feathers blocking raw, winter air. The donkeys were nestled all snug in their shed, While layers of clouds stretched out above head. And... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 