What is there beyond knowing that keeps calling to me?  I can’t turn in any direcion but it’s there.  I don’t mean the leaves’ grip and...

This is a prelude to a new post coming tomorrow about the recognition of my loss of identity and others’ need for ‘the story’. Not ...

When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own.  It’s not an unusual thing for me.  I always know...