You’re on a galloping horse. On your right is a sharp drop off, and on your left is an elephant traveling at the same speed as you. Directly in front of you is another galloping horse, but your horse is…
Do you ever let flowers die in the vase for the poignant beauty – and gorgeous horror – of their fade? Living the sofa life, I imagine myself in a 19th century novel… a woman who has taken to her bed, gazing at her…
In the middle of the night, toes burning, I find – awake, on the sofa – that life can be bathed in holy light, in darkness. The monks chant on my phone. I know what I am grateful for… *…