Inner Life

Lay of the Land

Wild Embodiment

Out here in the wild, I feel human beyond identity. I experience being in community without judgment, embraced by all the rooted, furred, feathered beings around me. Continue reading

Lay of the Land
a multicolored look through a kaleidoscope. A wheel with pink, green, and blue streaks.

Adaptive Joy

Grief lives in the body; crip grief lives in the crip body. And I am working out my crip grief by moving in a crip way on this land, on this trike. Continue reading