Asked and Answered I ask: Do you ever think about me when I’m not around? You answer: All the time. All the time… I think about who you were—what it would’ve been like to hang out as kids, what you’ll be like in 20 years, what you’re thinking now. I think about the memories we’ll make, and the memories you already have. I want to see it all, > MORE
Here’s where I share my thoughts on all things grief, Earth, community, collapse, justice, and love — so basically all things.
Month: March 2017
“I wish you were dead!” I yelled at my brother, Brett, as I slammed down the phone. It was a few days later my brother died. The things ten years old say. The things we wish we hadn’t said. Brett was supposed to come trick-or-treating with my friends and me. He had promised, and I relished my time with him. He had an air that drew people in. > MORE
I’ve become slightly obsessed with this word “care.” What it means, its etymology. How we do it, or don’t do it. How we’ve lost the art of care in dominate society. The word care is born from the words grief and lament. In its origins there’s a recognition that caring for ourselves or someone else involves bearing witness to their sorrow. We so often use the word careful > MORE
Outdoor materialism is HERE, it’s happening. From the looks of it on Instagram and Facebook (both of which I am by no means an expert on), it’s taken over. Using the “great outdoors” to sell a good time, fun product, or self image, seems more heightened than ever. We’re “following our bliss” into the woods in order to take awesome selfies and sell our stories. I have no > MORE