This place is a beginning that starts in the middle.
I have art to share, in its torn mess, and spilled glory.
I have wounds transformed, and gray hair standing proud.
I have my shed skin tacked to the wall as remembrance.
I have wine labels collected and red drips of pain shared.
I have death honored in my memory and resurrection in my veins.
I have community and church and kindred friendships.
I have learned to let people be where they are,
and to be un-self-conscious when they question where I am.
I have one foot in the divine now, and the other in a mountain of laundry.
Most of all, I have a desire to share, to connect, and to be in dialogue about the things that matter most, the things that I love, and the things that I wonder.
I hope you will join me.