How to Open a Heart

Retrieve the girl. Crouch down and hear her. Really hear her. What were the stories she never got to tell? Little ones glow something fierce. In all kinds of ways. What did she glow with then that everyone was too busy to notice? Can you notice now? Can you adjust...

Big Water

I’ve been visiting Lake Superior since I was small. My grandmother, a tough Irish woman who grew up in Duluth, used to swim in the lake every day in the summer. I hear stories of how she used to swim out until her head was a small black dot between the blue of the sky...

Seeds of Light

From here, we can see it. We delicately place the seeds under soil, knowing that in days, weeks, months it will sprout. We have a perspective that eventually, with the correct nourishment, sunlight, and sweet songs, those seeds will crack open, and make their way to...