of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It's my favorite time of day; the time when the sky slowly shifts from black to gray as you watch it, but if you turn your gaze elsewhere for only a minute or two, suddenly blues have appeared when you look back. I'm sprawled on the couch in my living room with a cat in... Continue Reading →
Today, a tempest overtook the entirety of SE Texas and just like I've done before, I found myself dashing from the barn to under the carport without an umbrella or a towel so that for, oh, I don't know, five or ten minutes, I sat on a fold out chair until I stopped dripping.It reminded... 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 