In response to yesterday's tragedy of those lost on Flight MH17, I have found my breath shortened.Read More
It doesn't matter the year that follows it.
It is May 23rd. And on this date, I always stop. I stop moving as quickly, stop breathing as easily, stop thinking as clearly.Read More
It is unsettling.
There are things needing to be done that are undone, things needing to be undone that are done, things we know need to be changed and things we know we need to leave alone and things that are just plain fucked up beyond comprehension.
Things are not okay.Read More
all of this is what it is.
winter has broken me down. ...Read More
I debated about what to write.
I have much to say, but few words in which to say it right now. (I did find my way to my paints. You can see what I created over on the Being Breath Facebook page.)
I don't feel there is one right way for anyone to process the tragedy that happened in Boston.
Turn within and do what you need to do, for yourself and for all of us.
A few resources for various paths: