Ir/Reverence

I wholeheartedly believe in the power of reverence. I wholeheartedly believe in the power of irreverence. Whatever we believe, we must believe with each bloody cell that spins through our veins. Whatever we believe, we must be ready to surrender with each out breath....

Memories of Being a Seed in the Spring

In those holy moments of sleep and wake. Between what never was and always will be. I remember being a seed in the spring time. I remember the long winter of forgetting. Buried deep in the underground soil. My world became black. Dark. Rooted. I relished in the days...