I’ve been working on my kitchen. That is to say, the kitchen in my family space is being worked on by many hands. I live with others and I’m blessed that the home is oddly constructed.

Featured, Terminal Rebirtha_joyNovember 6, 2025Rebuilding Hearth

Doodling the Twisted Serpent

This is hard to write about. Part of tilling soul soil is being willing to admit things. And while I can admit this to myself [sometimes] and those around me, I’ve had problems admitting some of this to other people.

All Postsa_joyOctober 6, 2025The Twisted Serpent, Mapping

Findng the Earth in my Hands

I looked down in the land of my grief and there it was - something I’d never seen before. It was earth in my hands. I didn’t know where it came from. I looked out across the horizon of my life, my circumstances, my contexts and the con in my texts, and I saw desolation.

Terminal Rebirth, All Postsa_joyOctober 5, 2025October 2025

Flinking. You Need to Know. Really, you do.

Flinking is not in the dictionary. Okay, it’s not in a normal dictionary. It is however, in the Urban Dictionary and is apparently a reference for floating in water while drinking.

Salty Wisdoma_joyMarch 23, 2025Flinking, Emotions, Thinking, Being Whole, March 2025

Looking at the Stories We Tell

And the stories I’ve told….