of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
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 →
Little wheezing kettleon high. Steam shot,Bubble spots, sizzledHot and crackling pops.We just sat andwatched it burn.
A few days ago, I spun into a full blown panic attack. During the attack, I was drenched from rain and splotted with mud and blood, having not been able to make it to a hose, let alone a shower before I broke. I knew that the blood on my feet was mine, but the... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 