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Philosophy

Uprooted: Salt Lake City

We move through the sagebrush corpse. Weeds tumble, holding onto themselves, their stick fingers grip their stick bones, pushed by 100 mph gusts. Winds howl at the moon and the

restraints

Liberation

You tell me today is about independence, you with the suit, with the pen, with the bleached-white smile. You with the promise that tomorrow will always come, and that you

witches

#21: A Witch, A Woman

“We are the generation of kids raised in the problematic 1990’s, the era of gender identity formation and Disney princesses. How have we survived?” A friend said this to me

Desert Cap

#17: I Don’t Believe in Coincidences

Today was a day of oscillating energy. I’ve been reading a lot about quantum physics lately, learning how qigong masters can target cancer cells thousands of miles away and destroy

knots

#16 Knotted

When I first started working in outdoor education (all of one whopping year ago), I was so intimidated. It didn’t seem to matter so much that I had worked as

mother daughter

#15 On Mothers, Homecoming, and Growing

What does it mean to be a mother, to carry another through the weight of this world, to incubate another soul and to nurture that seedling as it grows. My

Open Window

#13: Home is Where…

Home is an important word for me– an important concept, an important place. Ever since I was young, I’ve relished the opportunity to create a home and decorate it just

Thunder Desert

#11: Water Yearning to Be Free

Some days require more space to be sad a grandfather clock tick tocks back to bed. there’s time for worn blankets and warm cups of tea time to listen to

India boat with cups

#10 Joy and Sorrow, Broken and Whole: Understanding Depression and Redemption

Today, I’m getting real about what depression has felt like when it decides to lodge itself into some of the corners of my soul. After talking to a friend today

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#8 Words are Everything. Words are Nothing.

To start, always, with a list of contradictions. Counter dictations that have lured my mental minnows. These statements are truth and falsity. I am not my body; I am my