Grey Matters
The Moon Letter Is Here: August's Almanac of th...
A new page from beneath the Dreaming Tree — August's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of gathering in and letting go.
The Moon Letter Is Here: August's Almanac of th...
A new page from beneath the Dreaming Tree — August's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of gathering in and letting go.
Why I Am Here
People will eventually ask why I create the things I do. Why the forests?Why the lanterns?Why the gold-filled cracks?Why so many reminders to rest, to hope, to begin again? The...
Why I Am Here
People will eventually ask why I create the things I do. Why the forests?Why the lanterns?Why the gold-filled cracks?Why so many reminders to rest, to hope, to begin again? The...
Midnight's Muse with raven hair
For weeks, my sleep-deprived brain kept replaying rhymes in my head. It would come one line at a time, then one section. I tried in vain to ignore it. Nope!...
Midnight's Muse with raven hair
For weeks, my sleep-deprived brain kept replaying rhymes in my head. It would come one line at a time, then one section. I tried in vain to ignore it. Nope!...
The Moon Letter Is Here: July's Almanac of the ...
A new little ritual from beneath the Dreaming Tree — July's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of slow growth and quiet tending.
The Moon Letter Is Here: July's Almanac of the ...
A new little ritual from beneath the Dreaming Tree — July's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of slow growth and quiet tending.
Under the Strawberry Moon 🍓🌕
This week, the sky hands us something sweet. On the night of June 29th, June's full moon rises — the one the old almanacs call the Strawberry Moon. And here's...
Under the Strawberry Moon 🍓🌕
This week, the sky hands us something sweet. On the night of June 29th, June's full moon rises — the one the old almanacs call the Strawberry Moon. And here's...
More Than You Know — A Song for Spoonies
This song started as a poem. Just fragments at first—lines scribbled here and there while I tried to make sense of the grief, the anger, and the confusion that come...
More Than You Know — A Song for Spoonies
This song started as a poem. Just fragments at first—lines scribbled here and there while I tried to make sense of the grief, the anger, and the confusion that come...