Texan Canadian

This space holds writing that is sometimes more about reflection. Sometimes is about moments that held growth. Its about things that have happened, moments that are happening, about what we choose to keep, what we learn to repair, and what we come back to. The everyday moments and thoughts are threads that run throughout, not as answers, but as ways of trying to pay more attention. It’s an ongoing practice rather than a finished philosophy. Small adjustments, revisited often.

Tag: feelings

  • Black Raspberries

    We lived on a hill, We live on a hill. We had answers handed down like heirlooms. We have questions we are learning to hold. We had no accent. We have words that give us away. We had a kitchen that smelt like cast iron and cumin. We have a kitchen that smells of new…