Coming Home to Myself Part 6: Warm Light
And so my days began to fill with warm light, and I felt myself growing in a new way and direction.
Coming Home to Myself Part 5: River
I once read that our identities are more like a river than a sculpture.
Coming Home to Myself Part 4: Hands on Glass
It was like being an outsider looking in on a world that I could see but that didn’t include me anymore.
Coming Home to Myself Part 3: Scattered Bits
Some days I felt like scattered bits just getting blown around by the wind.
Coming Home to Myself Part 2: Uphill / Downhill
Neither my body nor my brain could function anymore going over the same physical and mental terrain. It was exhausting. I bent over in the middle of the hill …
Coming Home to Myself Part 1: Splatter
I wanted to be like a splatter painting—to throw a bunch of paint at the canvas and see what stuck.