I’ve been walking to meet her from before
she was a distant speck,
an irritant grain between sky and earth

In the time of creation, at first, everything was blue.

A poem on the occasion of February 14, 2024 being both Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday.

I've striven to be hopeful without flat optimism, to find meaningfulness within the weariness, and to craft my own history well.

I've always found it difficult to write because writing is what I sound like when I'm trying. It's a lot of pressure.

Today I want to break up the more serious series of posts on things worth remembering with a fun spotlight on a thing worth noticing—even at the risk of putting myself well behind the digital curve by blogging about something from TikTok.

That through-line of timing held us together as we fought to create something that our community could "musick" with too.

It's not just that parks are easy places to play, or that you're allowed to let the kids shout here. Parks give our leisure purpose.

Our collective achievement "above the table" was in tying ourselves together in a shared story-making experience.