Grief, loss, death, laughter, living, art, poetry, epiphany. This is the journey of spirituality. The seed sprouting from pain. The light in the cave. Holiness apart from the construct of religion. Rich and potent. A necessary medicine.
I write about the things I feel most deeply in my soul. The things that ravage my being in the best and worst of ways. Death and god and poems and art and baths and tears and tacos.
What it means to be a woman in the world making slow, chewy art