Caption #1 We swim for the past. As if it lives upstream. Hammering ourselves against the rocks, In an effort to get back to our origin....

Some rocks and some water met on a beach. I’ll cut to the chase, The water wins. The water always wins. Go make sand.

I wish I’d found this tree when I was eight. Before the veil separated me completely. When all access to the other world meant I could...

Weary doesn’t begin to cover it.

Sometimes when life goes off the rails, you land where you always belonged.

So many of us take this shot. We all want proof that we looked up. I’m no different. Most of my time is spent looking at my screens, or...

I went for a walk in my life and got lost. I’d been moving with such authority that everyone thought I knew where I was going. I even...

Boundaries have gotten a bad wrap. Just the act of setting one has a hint of negativity, as it indicates aggression from the outside, no...

Climb around on your darkness today. Slip on your rage and chisel your trauma. Jump off addiction and land on despair that will endure no...

This is a picture of me and my sister. Everything you need to know is in the image. I promise, she can breathe just fine. There are those...

And sometimes God just leaves the door open, because you’re worthy of things that won’t fit through a window

A slight turn on the trail, and suddenly they were everywhere: Tiny white dots peppering the trees, fur coats about to burst; nature’s...

You belong here. ‘How do you know?’ How do you not? ‘What if I can’t feel it yet?’ You’ll see it in your growth and beauty. Thriving has...

The conversation turned to shame this morning. My daughter and I were talking about whether she thought she or her brother were more...

Last year I was at loose ends for a while and everything was wrong all at the same time. My life was all dimes and repeating numbers...

‘What are you afraid of?’ I don’t know where I’m going. ‘Doorways are everywhere.’ I’m already lost. ‘Vistas await!’ I still can’t see a...

You can’t see how it will turn out from here, But what you can see is beautiful, and that gives you hope. Trust that someone who needs it...

I found us in the woods again! Well, our insides anyway. We were weathering life, Worn down to our wisdom. Visibly carved and...

So what if there are signs of your storm? The wind does its work on all of us.

Regret. The prison sentence all the convicts are denying exists. Fooled into believing it’s the end of options. Convinced the word ‘no’...