through the graveyard
Quiet your mind.
Norway car ride
“By the large-heartedness of our smallest attention, we enter the ocean of love that carries us all.”
The Dinosaur Tree
You're alive, you're dying. I sit with you at the end of the earth and listen to your ancient stories. I feel those who have been here before, pulsing, speaking to me. I grip your breathing dying branches and plead for your life, for mine, for something I can not understand.