Amethyst and quartz, wildly out of place in the most magical way—a glitter pile of hope beneath the rain spout.
Category: Roots
Direct lineage and memory, grounding ancestry in living soil.
Sweet Honesty
My mother kept a butter-colored flower girl of glass, frosted skirt, in the hutch on display.
Inherited Wealth
My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.
Wing Walker
It’s no one’s fault— it traces back too far and wide to be blamed on any just one. It is fair to no one. All hail the brave.
Aquamarine Dream
You handed me a mineral, and I still carry it with me in the daylight of awake.
Mandarin Oranges
He peeled the skins from our tiny oranges and handed them over. We marveled at their perfect fit in our paws.
Built by Her Granddaddy
I couldn’t stay away from her, no matter how her influence hurt. She was all I knew of acceptance and friendship.
Cathedral Heart
My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
Threshholds
When I was a young girl, I felt safest in the car—going everywhere and nowhere.
The Halls of the Heart
I imagine I wouldn’t leave if I ever stepped into one in person. How could I abandon what has already changed me— what has built an inner sanctum from its very presence?
Jasmine on the Grave 