dipp day

hands cradle a lit beeswax candle, hand dipped and shaped to form a self-holding twist, on a blue ceramic dish with speckles much light a star lit night sky.

invitation to join for beeswax mini candle dipping:

Sunday May 25th 2-4pm by drop in to make a mini-candle, hand dipped by you, beeswax and wick provided. 🌞🌱🌻🐝

At the pandora park fieldhouse 2325 franklin Street.

return

Because I am fond of words and believe in them as spells - as meaning holders/makers - when I write the name of this piece in my notes - return - I start to read and think about all the ways this word has meaning for me. A return journey, retracing steps taken

if i am a hummingbird

i've wanted to post songs here, so i'm going to start, because songs are recipes too, for healing and for tending with care, for bringing out attention to those seeds we seek to water. they are lyric sheets really, because i know best how to share

the generative liminal

i've been writing this post for months now. opening, editing, closing, leaving, letting it settle, returning. worrying in between. stalling. unsure if this is the right portal for me to share through, regretting letting the annual fee pass into my credit card statement unnoticed. but i joined a

change, like a tide

listening (and re-listening) to change from big thief: i sing it to myself often, in change and when reflecting on change. especially the first verse: change, like the wind / like the water, like skin / change, like the sky / like the leaves, like a butterfly. and i add to it:

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return

if i am a hummingbird

the generative liminal

change, like a tide