My mother told me that becoming a mother is a tremendous sacrifice.

We take our own livesthrough the silence

His decaying lips begged my heart to loosen its grip

We don’t die, yet how do we return?

Our faces turn up to receivethe sharp caress of the wind.

Sisters

Therein lies the necessity of working within agriculture or relationship building with the natural world: re-learning how to communicate with the Earth and our cohabitants for the posterity of humankind in its fullness.

There are certain formations where a beginning is both a beginning and an end.

Inside Grace there is a defiant knowing. Within her frame a soul is housed that will shield and protect her from the blows of society.