and then?

i have allowed, through real and habitual need to survive, smallness and separation to be seen as real, and it's not, b/c any sense my ego has that i think i am, is not, b/c i am temporary. the ego self housed in this bodymind ...

eyes open

i am ok, safe ap, decent,

i am tripping hard on what comes after full on survival, b/c that's all i've known this past few years, and when i was younger, and yet i feel i am moving past that. perhaps others are to at ...

one match

sometimes it all came down to a single strike of the match-head against the half soaked flint stripe along the bottom of the pack. rain may be falling, trucks may be racing by and spraying your roadside rest, the wind may be menacing in its innocence, but you ...

grace

every rare now and then i'm allowed to stand down, to feel either so safe that vigilance can be relaxed, or so humbled by my tininess that i surrender, but no, that's not standing down, that's an animal of a different skin.

standing down says you ...

the cup

I was imagining a room, Vasthalla i named it (total derivative of the whole cool Iceland vibe), big enough for floating trees. I was imagining a bequest upon me as Odin might bestow: to be tasked with, and capable of, carving a great hall out of the mountainside ...