tiny altars.

So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars That I'm alive - and well. It'd be easy to add up all the pain And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames Dwell on…

truth.

to tell the truth to tell it all in all its beauty in all its pain in all its vulnerability in all its loneliness even if it blows up the world your world go build a new one a brighter one speak your truth paint your truth sing your truth write your truth dance your…

so so grateful.

When I shared my previous post on Facebook, I had to laugh and tell everyone that I felt like the April Fools was on me, because, as sure as I wrote it all, my CRPS launched into a full pain crisis and has stayed there. I still meant - and mean - every word of…

my 2 year soberversary.

Shortly after midnight last night, this popped up on my phone:   Going alcohol free is still absolutely one of the best decisions I have ever made. My second year of sobriety has been a been a beautiful one for sure, with adventures great and small. I've been on some wonderful road trips:   And…

stardust we are.

On Ash Wednesday, we remember our impermanence. Ashes are imposed on our foreheads, both as a reminder of our mortality and a sign of penitence, as our priest (or pastor) says, "remember you are dust and to dust you will return." It's always a somber - but beautiful - service. And all good Catholics, Episcopalians,…