Wings Carry Wind

Sometimes I show up fierce and focused.
Sometimes I barely make it out of bed.
Still — both have wings.
Still — both carry wind.

Your Nervous System Called. It Brought Flowers.

While the volcano raged,
you quietly set a vase of blooms in the middle of it all.
That’s not denial. That’s practice.

Who Knew?

Who knew you were the exact right person to parent your child?
Not solo, but surrounded—
by helpers, by love, by seeds you didn’t even know you planted.

Owls at 3am

Gliding through the cosmos at 3am, trying to parent, heal generational trauma, answer emails, run a small business, process the moon’s emotional phases, and locate the meaning of life… while also wondering if owls pay taxes.