of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
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 →
I’ve no idea the time of day. Through the slits in the shutters it’s light, but dim. Maybe it’s cloudy or maybe we’re dipping towards the evening. I really have no idea. Although I can’t see them, I know my eyes are swollen because even that dusty blue light trickling in burns the backs of... Continue Reading →
It’s morning rush hour as I inch along in my gray car on a 10-lane, gray highway beneath a swollen, gray sky. The whole world is a heavy gray and the weight of it all seems to rest right in the center of my gut which turns with a groaning sound. Start, stop, start, stop.... Continue Reading →
It’s not quite dawn and I’ve just finished leading a guided meditation which I do with a group of friends three times a week before the sun comes up. It’s never anything fancy, just fifteen or so minutes that we spend together trying to slow down and relax, utilizing the interwebs to connect digitally to... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 