I remembered the last time I’d hugged her. The icy touch of her long fingers seeping through my shirt blurred the need to reconcile how one so mild and tender could be held erect by nothing but a beating pulse— a thudding chest and a razor spine, sharp enough to cut the palms of those who dared hold on too tight.
Read MoreDEAR EVEREST
×
Written words
Most of us are a bit fragmented, perhaps this is a symptom of modern life--we're pulled in so many directions we begin to spin and shatter just a bit, desperate to touch too many things at once. How to tie these tiny shards of self into something that not only coexists but is coherent, is a challenge and an ongoing process. This written section of my site is one of my many attempts at building these micro-connections, solidifying the soul-synapses that I feel merit the time and effort they take to create.
I hope my attempts here will push you to do the same, in whatever way you need.