Turn to each other again and again.
Relief and Gratitude
. . . my life is ripe and full and luscious . . . Like aging, this opportunity to mature and learn is a gift . . .
Anew Hope
I sit for a moment in the sun, breathing its warmth into the corners of my lungs. It was a good, hard three hours, and I'm ecstatic, filthy and exhausted. It's planting season, and the next six months hold mysteries I haven't even contemplated. But what will come will be managed.
PDA
We don't celebrate Valentine's Day much here.
Reckoning
America is experiencing a reckoning. The filming of police brutality has exposed truths Black people have known for hundreds of years; our society was built upon maintaining white supremacy. In big ways and small, our behaviors as a culture protect the property,health, wealth, safety and feelings of white people through the process of diminishing and... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 