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research & reverie

that we might imagine & create better & kinder worlds.

walking words

I told my best friend that this year has three parts. Holding my breath so I don’t cry, crying, and the brief relief after crying. I know what’s missing here. I should be writing. Or, I should be seeing like a writer. Writing is, well, the worst part is putting the words down. The best…

a little thing

I read the news. I feel myself holding my breath. I am afraid. I am exhausted. I catch my held breath and I exhale, lean back. I breathe deeply, in and out. I make myself breathe slowly. I count. I think, “I am a little thing, within it all, and that is okay.” I remember…

my secret garden

“You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you it will get to be part of you and it will stay and…