My imperfect words

I can only give you my imperfect words distorted from frail letters that I engineer without integrity into crumbling steps. I am not the editor and they are all I have alternating back and forth driving direction or none taunting me by braving new territory then dissolving into blankness. There is no space to bloom…

Claiming my life for myself

I’ve been reflecting on the meaning of soul this since reading ‘Care of the Soul’ by Thomas Moore. It’s a great book for anyone who leans toward existentialism, it works for me because it is spiritual without being religious. There’s a lot of wisdom in Moore’s words that has helped me in my effort to…