Poetic Distraction
There is something about walking through nature that pulls one to stay present. I’ve been cultivating this habit for many years now and I flip-flop between feeling proud and feeling embarrassed. I say embarrassed because sometimes I get a sense that my tendency to be easily distracted by nature read “oh look at that beautiful […]
Dreams Awake
When I was a child I use to have a reoccurring dream that I was flying. Sometimes it was blissful, soaring high in the sky. How powerful and untouchable I felt. Sometimes I would flounder, dipping low to the ground where my pursuers tried to reach me. I would fearfully flee barely escaping their grasp. […]