Because in June (and really always) a muddy bike ride into the woods can be a Pride March of one, can be us in love with this whole damn world, can be bodies of water and bodies in water, those who bravely came before and those in a future wilder then our wildest dreams, the taking and giving of care and crumbs, can be the magic soaked up from dewy ferns and lonely sunsets, finding dragon flies and catching breath, the hills we climb and the rest we need along the way, can be all the ways we arrive and depart- together and alone. Queerness is not a single star or constellation, it is the sky.
Morning walk + tablescape. I’m full of otherworldliness; deep beauty and breathtaking brokenness too.
two months of shifting, neither spot is Lake Ann #theygrew #schuylkillriver #limelake
healing looks like rest and needing lots of help, it looks like being read to and the most gentle hugs, a fuzzy brain, dinosaur arms and more prune juice than donuts and I’m grateful for it all.
Mary Oliver for this top surgery day: I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.// I want to be light and frolicsome. // I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing… ETA: I'm home, all is amazing.