Oak Apples
Forest shell, what do I hear when I lift you to my ear? The hum of stinging things? Or the great low thrum of an oak's heartbeat?
Birthday Bodhisattva
Three years ago today, I wrote my own bodhisattva vow. Beings are numberless; I vow to free them. Connections between all things are infinite; I vow to honor them. Delusions rise endlessly; I vow to transform them. Portals to reality are everywhere; I vow to pass through them. Awareness is
The Change
Here's what I believe, though: the crossroads is where we find magic and growth. If you can stay curious and keep your heart open through the pain of loss and rebirth, there are new iterations of you that would amaze your past self.
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