Andrea Gibson died and so did the piece of our hearts that were all sixteen-year old, love-punk junkies who were angrier than hell and also so full of...

The cave is the necessary portal we descend down into when our hearts are broken by disease, loss, and endings. It is the unavoidable Hadestown of tra...

“When your eyes are tired, the world is tired also. 

When your vision is gone, no part of the world can find you. 

It is time to go into the dark, w...

Our minds are often untenable, inhospitable places to live. 

Our minds are often amazing, womb-places where we birth new ideas that lead us to new li...

In Pixie Lighthorse’s book Prayers for Honoring Grief, she writes:

“Help us preserve the love we came to count on.”*

In the myriad of sensations tha...