I am divinity and I am a fucking mess.
I am God and I am a weird original,
flawed, unfinished painting of a "human being’.
I have no limits, and so I limit myself in ingenious ways.
An ecstatic poem by Jeff Foster
Reflections on my time at the bottom of the well of grief, on the help I got that lifted me out, and how I am enjoying this new, tender self that has emerged through my difficult year of multiple heartbreaks.
I also share my summer selections of books, podcasts and playlists that I have been enjoying lately.