What We Unearthed

He boxed up our joy. Years later, visiting his home, I saw the idol again— being used as a doorstop.

The River Shells

Now I know Joe brought the ocean to us. We’d never been. He inspired our hearts to wish and receive.

He wore those slippers until they split at the lip, wore down the heels to holes.

Amethyst and quartz, wildly out of place in the most magical way—a glitter pile of hope beneath the rain spout.

My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.

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.

I couldn’t stay away from her, no matter how her influence hurt. She was all I knew of acceptance and friendship.

As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.

She whispered it’s in us—an earthly angel, fae-word, always connected to nature, her hum rhythm inside, twinkling, magnetic.

Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.