A faded scrapbook,
a reassembled teacup,
a mouthful of moments.
"Though we have instructions and a map buried in our hearts when we enter this world, nothing quite prepares us for the abrupt shift to the breathing realm.”
Krista Tippett in conversation with the incredible Joy Harjo.
On dreaming, time, place and what holds it all together. ↴
you were carried here
by so many hands
the hands of your ancestors
pouring your life, like precious water
A short poem by Emily Taylor for The Community Voice
on the many hands of ancestry, and the gravity of being here.
READ: Ancestry by Emily Taylor.
The Japanese have a word for shadows
that emerge when sunlight filters through trees:
Watch: A stunning 4-minute short film on the passing light of our days. ↴