Radical self- acceptance. Cultural critique. Bringing shadow observations to light.
Monday, June 6, 2016
The mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where the
dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little woods, the
chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody’s fathomed
the depth of—and paths threaded with those little flowers planted by the