• Grief undulates, slips thin like air in and through heart, body, and soul. It moves unnamed, unknown. A fleeting thing that is, for better or worse, forever here to stay.

    From The Matter of Little Losses

  • There is coming to surrender to the seasonal nature of our world, our lives, our art. There is only finding ourselves in suspension, a waiting that looks less like waning and more like wondering.

    From the essay “Being Obedient to Time” published in Ekstasis Magazine

  • I cannot tell you how and why these swells of grief and joy come to you the way that they do. I can only tell you how to make the most of them, how to make the most of what you know and who you are.

    From Let There Be Art

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