Things end. Life ends. And that feels peaceful and hopeful to me.
Things end. Life ends. And that feels peaceful and hopeful to me.
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.
You handed me a mineral, and I still carry it with me in the daylight of awake.
Above me, two ravens cut the sky, black silk against the rising sun. Among the stones, I lingered, finding peace in quiet company.
Leaves fall and spice the earth— I greet the dead with flowers, coins, and a joyful heart.
I want to live in a way that shares my gratitude for my ancestors and the legacy they gave me. To honor them is to have guts, be bold, and dare to be both soft and strong.
I am led to safety.