Origin Point

It felt like coming into the place that is “common to us all”. Beyond the veils of identity, behind the walls of separation. Somewhere, we all know each other, and this place felt like home.

Finding My True Calling (*hint* it’s a trap) Part 1

So there I was, sewing away on my machine. Trying to ignore the void threatening to swallow me up if I stopped and looked its way. “Gosh, I love what I do. This is so fun.” I side eyed the Void, did it believe me? Would it leave me alone? I stopped to change my thread and picked up my fabric again. It had gone black.