Wellness

Good morning Tuesday blessings filled the quiet spaces between sleep and dawn. The world wasn’t asking much yet. It was still soft, still kind in those early hours when most remained in their dreams. A person could stand at a window and watch the light come, the way the sky changed from black to grey … Read more

A small, green thing sits on the desk. It has no fangs, no teeth, no teeth that bite. It’s made of yarn and thread. It’s a pickle. People hold it when the world becomes too much. They carry it in their pockets. They put it on shelves where they can see it. They tell their … Read more