I love to consider and reconsider narratives, and how these times of unpredictability and uncertainty are framed. Turning them over like...

Have you danced with the mountains today, or listened to the crickets from the space between your toes? Have you cracked open silences...

“Mourning is about dwelling with a loss and so coming to appreciate what it means, how the world has changed, and how we must ourselves...

I once dreamed that my mother was a river dolphin, and woke to find that it was true. I love those wet rivulets of hair that root into...

“What if you were a teacher but had no voice to speak your knowledge? What if you had no language at all and yet there was something you...

Beading is a process of forming patterns from what the eyes might understand (if it were an isolated sense, which it’s not) as the...

Mothering, for me, is a rebellious movement that rumbles chants beneath the feet of remembered entanglement. Mothering is being a...

I used to be rocked and rattled by an apprenticeship with the eco-mystical uncertainty of these times. Shattered, some days, by the...

I struggle with the language I call upon to point at what my work is with the world. Western, colonial culture prefers to noun-ify...

“Grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares...

I've been busy climbing Juniper limbs and pressing my way through Scrub Oak, tenaciously constructing piles of dead brush and branch like...

The longest night of the year is upon us. Ancient mythologies pry their way through the veil, and lure us toward a threshold of rebirth....

I stepped outside this morning, feeling slow falling snowflakes calling to me. Their fluffy crystals carried a pervasive silencing so the...