To Vincent

Will you tell me just one thing? Did you ever wonder if it was normal to feel every stroke of light and dark as it fell on every mundane surface? Did you know with every pat of yellow oil that you had a gift and thus were cursed? Did you feel the tremor in your […]

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becoming.

there is room for everyone here and when there isn’t – I am making room this is a wilderness, but it is taking shape this body-spirit-home is taking shape this body-spirit-soul is becoming home there is a long way to go, but even now – every breath, every beat – we are becoming. Taking shape. […]

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