honeydue

I lose track and get disoriented, at times, more often than I would like. But what keeps me tethered and, in no small measure, quite content is remembering there is behind it all a sacred intention that

...or at least, it shouldn't be.

& people who hold it

People talk to me about how I could use AI to help my writing. I mostly ignore them. While I recognize AI might have some organizational uses in the editing and book launching domain (which I don't dispute),

The more time you give to something, the more complex that area of your life becomes. It's so with dreams, and I find it to be true for my health, also. The more I read, the more complex and winding a

I'm not really in a place to be celebrating death. I know it's not what today is, but still. When I try, my gills fill with lead, and all I taste is numb. The truth is, I don't miss you any more significantly

I was thrilled when I heard @ericvancewalton was writing a new book. I came to this platform very young, and I think I can say without fear of sounding corny or over-the-top, I've always looked up to Eric

Calling myself out on my own neglect

Few people have had such a resounding impact in my life as Roger Waters, and if I'm not careful, I might attribute that to mere talent, except it's not just that. Rather, it's the rarity of recognizing

The other day, I saw a social media post by the ministry of internal affairs in Romania targeted at teenagers participating to music festivals for the first time. Since the festival season is in full swing,

I can see the noise frightens her. She's learning to escape, with every gust of wind that tempts her to beyond. Only, she doesn't do it very well, so, occasionally, she rages. Puckers her lips to the railing

I've got a weird relationship with Hive in-person thingies, in the sense that after I attended the ole unnameable fest in Krakow in 2018, I decided I freaking loved it and stopped attending for several

...or just remembering to go with the flow?

A real, proper-sized, awkward-shape you with bits to spare and old keys that fit no lock. I've looked for you often, though seldom in the right place, and whenever I thought I'd found you inside auld

Do I own the stories I'm presented with? Have I the autonomy and wherewithal to follow stories once they're ripped from sight, or do I, like an airborne little whippet, dive towards the next fleeting thing

There's things inside myself that I don't know how to put right. There's the tendency to shrug, say not everything needs fixing. I am less myself than the day of the hummingbird parade. Or perhaps, I am

I find myself returning to it sometimes, this corridor of names, the faces I've worn. Disowned and shed at last. I thought the past wouldn't allow me to return, except doors have hinges, and with patience

I'm having my definition of love challenged each day. There are so many things I don't know how to be - or do, for that matter - that I find I force myself often into a headfirst rush, else I'll have no

When I decided to host a class on Thursday evening as opposed to my regular Saturday morning, I thought I'd do something different. I'm still choosing who I want to be in this yogi world. I'm still

We said we'd only come for a day. Towards each other, then turn back to where we, matter of fact, started. Of. Fact. We started with a pirouette, but crossed our teeth and stayed like this. Two tooth-gap