moon lovers
arranging the elements to make way for god
voices in the air
loving what loves us
we are who we say we are
a summer without tomatoes
beauty is relentless
alone is a holy place to be
a prayer without words
summer snow
finally fecund + free
some mystical, merciful beast unclenches its maw
dark tunnels / bright lights
enoughness or remembering the shape of our souls
Moving With the Current
Loving the Expanse
standing still and learning to be astonished
