heART pod
heART pod: the body as community
ACL 4.5 months
Updates... I have been healing really well to date. I was cleared to start easy running at the 3 month mark and have been doing that since. I started with about 5 km of walk/run, which soon increased to 6 km with longer running lengths. I still walk whenever
I want to go hoME
Personal Failures Museum
Jan 24 - Feb 9 2026
trying
I tried so hard I tried so hard to be heard, That my cries became sirens And fell on covered ears. I tried so hard to be seen, That my flailing arms Became a blur in the background. I tried so hard to love i missed the mark and tore
Good day, bad days
(260131) breadcrumbs had kept me hoping that you’d come back and love me. they piled and pushed me over the edge. i lay here under the wake of who I was, searching for who I will be hoping it will be better than how I am now. most days,
Drops of random love
It’s wild- there are times that the storm has overtaken me. And I’ve fallen, gotten up and fallen, and gotten up and fallen so many times my bones feel like they’ve melted into a pool of defeat. I surrender...and then a small drop of love trickles
Nerve to Nerve
My body is a community Of tiny worlds That are no tinier than Humans to one another. Their entire lives driven By their role and purpose. I wonder if they know what they are meant to do. Or if they question “why do I exist” As I do Watching shifting
ACL Repair Week 6 ✅
Just came back from the surgeon's appointment. I passed to be able to drive and (light) travel now. The surgeon was happy with my range of motion. We chatted about the effects the surgery had on my head/tbi and what I needed going forward. I had a
Lessons from Healing: "Who am i?"
Hi. I'm .... me. Shed my name, age, sex...even the events that have happened to me. And I see...feel...am... i can't describe in words what I have come to realize i am. energy. shapeless. fluid. all and one in the same. borderless. unique but
ACL Repair Week 5
This past week, my head really started going down. I was carefully walking down a flat dirt trail. It had rained so the trail was muddy but I was able to maneuver around the puddles and paid care to the undulations in the path. Suddenly, I didn't know
Chrysalis
Cocoon (25355) Woven into the scaffolds of my solitary sanctuary, That also feels like a cage at times, My armor sheds and exposes My soft flesh, Underbelly, scars, insides and all. A caterpillar doesn’t choose when it metamorphasizes, But it does know when it’s time to change, And