Tidal Soul
Take me on a journey, friend.
I’ll go with you.
Kind Cooking
And I love you a little,
Because I have also always lived at my house,
The world,
Earth,
Milky Way,
Space.
What the Trees Let Go
Just a glimpse.
You won’t see it again.
Where the Old Walls Meet Older
A quiet note from the walls and what lives softly beside us.
She Turns, and So Do We
A field ritual for Lughnasa: land art, listening, and kinship with the turning year.
Odd Kin Archive entry 001
Sculptures made from gathered matter. Given name and purpose, unruly companions for living in mess.
The Watchful Woods
By the lake, the woods turn darker. Older. The stones there feel like they carry memory. These trees are watchful. I like to go there sometimes, and watch right back.