There’s no certainty here.
No solid ground.
Just endless clouds below your feet.
A passing sparrow darting in between your heels,
sunburnt soles,
wind-chapped ankles…
Find roots in this altitude.
Let your blood thin,
your head spin,
and your need for knowing
be replaced by a need to know yourself.
My mother’s body, a safe hold to me; a child who clung onto the soft pillows of my mother’s belly, her thick shoulders carrying generation’s worth of trauma... I could always find a cove of love withi
I am both, I am all the contradictions and paradoxes that form the shape of me. I am the heartache, the broken, the full and completenes. I am the ‘yes’ when asked whether I am healed or still healing
It’s no wonder we feel the ache of separation from the web we were once weaved upon and through, the tribe that knitted the stray threads of our pain together with compassion and story. Our bodies, st
