Joy’s Writing
For a second, I could see it
All of us across this vast world, billions of us, flying in formation as one humanity. And we think we’re alone!
Grief & guilt aren’t the same thing
The day before we started walking, I got the news that my dear uncle had died.
Divine meaninglessness
I don’t want every experience I have to have to become a soundbite, forcibly siphoning from it the gold it’s not yet ready to offer up.