We harden our shells… Like turtles, not cockroaches

Turtles cannot live without carrying their living, scarred shells…

Thanksgiving Magicians

Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…

Sacramental Ceiling Cnidaria – Chapter 2, Paradise Lost

Now there’s too little time for the tropical ecosystem video:( Paradise lost…

Words. Nice. Depression. Fraud.

Jane asked Dick, “Who do people say that I am?”