of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It’s mid-afternoon on another day in which the Texas weather can’t make up its mind about what to do. This morning, the air was thick and hung heavy over the ground, flies and grasshoppers rattling in the fallen leaves. The sun peeked through a web of thick clouds and it was bath-water warm. But now,... Continue Reading →
2022 threw a big, ugly curve ball right as she was fixin to roll over to the new year. In mid-December, I had major surgery: a hysterectomy to treat endometriosis which has been a brewing, growing piece of my ongoing chronic illness that's infiltrated my life for over 5 years now. I knew at some... Continue Reading →
I found this fallen nest this morning while out feeding my critters. My mind can't help but go to the little owl who's been hooting a lonely, somber hoot for days, if not weeks, every morning before the sunrise...(the one I mentioned here only days ago: https://adonkumentary.com/2022/11/02/little-owl/) I did hear her this morning, long before... Continue Reading →
It's my favorite time of day: the darkest, heaviest sky before dawn when fog lurks around, low on the ground, like a slithering dragon on the prowl. I'm standing in my living room, the four large windows gateways to faint outlines of familiar trees and the barn. Somewhere out there, a small hoot calls from... Continue Reading →
Below, I've linked to a blog I posted earlier this summer---a post in which I got caught red-handed in a people-pleasing loop by a friend that turned out to be my own hands suffocating me. Everything in the world feels so fractured, polarized, fragile, and honest-to-God scary and I can't help but think a piece... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 