wild, overflowing spring (on abundance)
an essay on tired fists and open hands, bitter winters and blistering heat, an overflowing fountain and a deep well
frayed hems and fringes (on lament)
on the thick, angry sadness in the air and in our bodies, our deep longing for renewal, the questions that feel too honest to ask, an invitation to step into our own story, and the spiritual practice of lament