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A continuous stream, moving backwards from my most recent thoughts to the roots of this space.

Scotland Homecoming: In My Blood and On My Skin Current 2: The Bold
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Scotland Homecoming: In My Blood and On My Skin

Coming home to Scotland gently soothes the lingering ache of cianalas as you step into the living, ancestral memory of dùthchas. Coming…

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Whisky Tasting Current 1: The Quiet
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Campfire in The Glencairn

Campfire in The Glencairn The match is struck in an Irish glen, A ginger spark of Redbreast 12, Lighting the sweet, soft…

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Sonnet on a Fledgling Current 1: The Quiet
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Sonnet on a Fledgling

Growth is rarely a linear, comfortable journey. Often, the spaces that once nurtured and protected us eventually begin to feel small and…

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Near-full moon setting over Portland, Oregon, on the Winter Solstice Current 1: The Quiet
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Moonlight and Grace

We spend our entire lives projecting our own stories onto the night sky. We wish upon stars, we promise the moon, we…

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The Horse and the Flood Current 2: The Bold
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The Horse and the Flood

In building this digital space, I find myself thinking about what it means to trust the process of our own evolution. Sometimes,…

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An artistic, stylized digital illustration featuring a massive, ancient oak tree with thick, intricate, twisting roots on the left. A vibrant blue fledgling bird takes flight into a warm sunset sky, leaving a woven nest perched on a mossy branch. In the lower right background, a vintage steam train travels along a railroad track winding through a rolling green country landscape, emitting a soft trail of white smoke. Current 2: The Bold
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Begin Again, Always: Welcome to Forever Fledging

To be forever fledging is to understand that stretching your wings doesn't mean losing your grounding. The nest moves with you. There…

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Rocks, Rocks, Everywhere Writing Archives 2020-2021
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Rocks, Rocks, Everywhere

Rocks, Rocks, Everywhere Rocks, rocks, everywhere, But not a stone to throw; A dimpled pebble in my pocket, A polished gem for…

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Her Favorite Photo Writing Archives 2020-2021
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Her Favorite Photo

Her Favorite Photo   You can almost see her whole face— all Miya wanted anyone to see. Taken at an awkward angle…

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Forever Fledging

Because curiosity and growth never retire

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