Oh, Child.

Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal … Continue reading Oh, Child.


The loneliness is immense, rounded, like a halo. Maybe it's holy, too.   I wonder if it spills from me like the milk from the moon. Lighting the way, maybe a companion of itself.   It's lighter than the Other responsibility but somehow bigger.   Not peace-less yet not a piece of anything puzzled or … Continue reading Lonely