Restitching the Threads of Soul: Coming Home

I’ve been traveling too much lately, feeling unsettled. As we in the northern hemisphere draw near to the vernal equinox, when day and night are in equal measure and we commonly acknowledge that spring begins, it feels that my year has thus far been largely about movement and change. I have recently joked to a


The Edge of Hunger

~ I wake in the night far from home. For a while I lie there, feeling the unfamiliar hotel room around me, hearing the soft hum of the ventilation system and listening to my partner’s rhythmic breathing, asleep. Somewhat groggily, I wander back through the story and images from which I have just awakened, considering