Your fingers curl around the sand beneath you. Moist and grainy at your touch. Smells and sounds that are familiar, yet not the same....

I wrote this piece a little over a year ago, with this exact title - I couldn't chose between the two. I'd forgotten all about it and...

. . . Some days Oh. Some days. Some days, love, you need to fight grab your armor, dust it off pick up all the parts of you and go in...

We are right in the middle of her. Lion's gate. Can I get a fuck yes?! Not that we don't get her glory every year, but this certainly is...

. . . We are the naturally unnatural the animal that wanders seeking, finding, touching, deepening getting lost in our own pondering We...

A gentle plea to awaken, wonder and explore The clocks call yet another day. Our beds are warm and our pillows soft. Oblivion is the...