There are flowers in the desert that only bloom at night. Not that I noticed them—at first. My bunkmate at the meditation retreat I just attended was the one who pointed them out to me. She danced all giddy, doing her best to remain silent while beckoning my attention to the bouquet of green shrubbery just outside our sleeping quarters.
it's a long story. the short of it: I was working on it with an agent and then earlier this year decided to put the project on hold. since then, it has opened up a lot of space for me personally and professionally, so think it was the right decision, for now, at least. and thank you so much, Holly!
"for reality is intricately woven with relational strings."
:)
beautiful writing brother, always a pleasure to read / follow your journey
“For being and becoming are, upon close examination, the same gesture. The resounding echo of a single hand clapping.”
thank you man, deeply appreciated
“As with life, so with me: I’m flawless, with space to grow.”
Brilliant 💥
thank you, Dee
GORGEOUS Have you started your book yet?
it's a long story. the short of it: I was working on it with an agent and then earlier this year decided to put the project on hold. since then, it has opened up a lot of space for me personally and professionally, so think it was the right decision, for now, at least. and thank you so much, Holly!
Like a love sonnet, for Grace.
true!
Couldn’t have loved this more