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Aculeus in Caput Mortuum
entry twenty four — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains. Aculeus in Caput Mortuum one breath the sky was fire; the next, the dark leaned in. branches held the violet open, then closed around it, like hands remembering how to hide. thank you, Spirit, for the sudden pink and the holy purple— even though both refused…
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Thank You, Dorie Dahlberg.
I clicked on the image before noticing the name. When I did look up to see it, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe my Dorie led me to this Dorie, knowing I’d find inspiration. I found myself nostalgic for these last few years – years that grief has swallowed silently and invisibly, for the most…
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The Fallacy I’m Finally Leaving Behind
Rediscovering an old, almost-forgotten journal has become its own quiet mercy in this season of recovery from surgery. I’m finally laying down the “I’ll mess it up” fallacy and mourning the blank pages more than any imperfect line. Life is too brief, and no act of creativity is ever wasted, even if the product of…
