The Egg is Earth. This Connection of Everyone with Lungs. People not afraid of otherworldliness. You are my Sister. My Earthling Sister. Same species. Daughter. Mother. Do you have an age or are you ageless? All elements. Air. Air. Air. Earth. Fire. Water. No fear. Connected. Safe. The sun over…

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I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…

And they wonder why their nervous systems are in a state of perpetual crisis. It seems they take their superficial masks more seriously than they take their souls. They love to categorize themselves in tiny boxes, – gender, race, religion, sexuality – then fight to defend their box. I imagine…

A sister is hoping. For stillness and slowness. A soft gaze. An inner leaf’s unfurling. Clarity, and ease.  Sanctuary.

My breath catches in the box of my chest. Whose bread has been stolen? Whose travels have been circumscribes? Whose eye will be taken? How can we make a broken world home again? I don’t believe that words can answer these questions, not in the way we use them now.…

In this quiet moment of contemplation, I write you this letter, seeking to embark on a transformative journey within the poetic realms of collapse. I seek a sanctuary for artistic exploration, and with the fertile soil of Sisters Hope Home I hope to explore a descent through the empty spaces…

In constant movement following the now Letting go of past… Pushing …future Searching for balance in being here

It was before my birth it happened. Stardust floated in the everness, and somehow it was in my mother and it became part of me. Before I was me. As I grew up I sensed a light in me, and that it could connect to others. Peacefully. I thought that…

Lacan said the desire of man is the desire of the Others. I always wonder what desire is actually calling from my own soul; What is the truth I am searching for my own heart; And what is the movement moves from my own body. Only when I became mindful…