I sit here next to a big tree with white flowers just past their blooming stage. The tree buzzes with bees and wasps and a bird sits inside, singing a long song. For a week or so, I feel like I’ve been in a cave of sorts. Quiet, buried, still. I tried not to speakContinue reading “Gathering Faith [A Poetic Take]”
We cannot accurately portray ALL that we are, it’s impossible. So we choose which parts to play with publicly.
It’s easier to believe that life is suffering, life is hard. You drink to soften its edges, you lose yourself in your mind to siphon joy from the depths of your imagination.