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 from the well of grief
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.