Sitting with fear and art

If you have generalized anxiety disorder, you’ve probably learned to talk to yourself about death. We all have our own methods, but my general script goes like this: Anxiety: You’re going to die because of X, here are the reasons. Me: I will die someday, and I’m going to take reasonable precautions to postpone that,Continue reading “Sitting with fear and art”

I believe in the kindness of community

Don’t believe the stories that say at the end of all thingswith the sky fallingwe’ll dive into ever worse warring.  We are well equipped to live liminally, for every resting place along our way to become a celebration when we meet. We can be strangers without a word between us and still communicate deeply.  We, the wandering species, are as grittyContinue reading “I believe in the kindness of community”

Last week’s snippets

Last week I wrote a few poems, a few meditations, and a whole lot of a self-indulgent gothic romance. Here are a few of my favorite snippets. A. You can want for nothing and still be unwanted. This was a thought that had crossed Evangeline’s mind at least once a week since her sixteenth birthday.Continue reading “Last week’s snippets”