Hello from July, hello from the compost.

Deep in the gushing rivers of transition.

If you’ve never met the dark, you’ve never met yourself.

Letting myself forget.

Letting everything die.

Desire as a living heartbeat.

Thoughts as concentric circles.

The word that emerged for 2025.

On the brilliance of the body.

With the melting comes the glow.

Surrendering my grip on the cards I hold close.

The complexity of life.

An honest review.

Happy autumnal equinox!

Just checking in!