a new skin. a new soul.

a brief life update.

my life is full. an absolutely good thing.

I am constantly struck by the fact that what seems profoundly important to me seems of no importance whatsoever to most people, and what seems important to so many people seems trivial to me.

I find so much joy in the kids I get to hang out with. There is life in them and in our interactions together that is undeniably a beautiful beautiful thing. They may have the ability to frustrate me until I want to curl up in a ball and hide. They also have the ability to make me laugh harder than anyone else.

I feel so much sadness-so so much sadness-when I hear the pain and sorrow these young children have had to bear in their short lives. I think I daily cry tears of joy and tears of sadness. I feel so much anger and hatred toward the cause(s) of the sorrow. Yet, I'm not quite sure what to do with these emotions, so they just stay inside for now.

And mostly, I feel tired. But, it is a rewarding feeling. When I lay down at night, every muscle in my body knows it has worked hard and my mind wants nothing more than to take a break. Each day feels like two. Each week feels like four. And yet, what seems like yesterday was actually a month ago.


this is home
where I breathe deep,
speak softly, think clearly
where the obstacle of electric lights,
and the distraction of the things
we use to distract ourselves
are made obsolete.
when we speak, we listen
when we see, we look
when we hear, we understand.
where god is not far off int he sky
the divine is here
in your eyes
in the rush of water
in the history of the age-old trees.
where we can laugh without competition
find truth without restraint
and play without inhibition.
this is our home.
yours and mine.
of the sycamore and the locusts
of the orb weavers and lady-beetles
of the treacherous mosquitoes
and the pleasing lichen.
welcome home.