The flowers are tight in buds. Have I forgotten the smell of monsoon? Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where and with whom I spend my days. I have been forced to rethink the acquaintances and environments I occupy because the ways in which I show up for others, are not the ways in... Continue Reading →
#5
I'm exiting this cave so it's easy to put it down in words - I used to feel ugly. I didn't like the way I looked and felt the need to fade into the background. I used to want to scrub my face with more walnut scrub than it could take, discard all old clothing,... Continue Reading →