Welcome Back (to Texas)

Throughout our travels, I have found myself caressing, even hugging a myriad of trees, wanting to know their names and greeting every waterway we encounter, bathing in it if I can, even if it means just submerging my toes or fingertips in the water. This impulse is curiosity, is questions, is appreciation, is worship. IContinue reading “Welcome Back (to Texas)”

Whistles, Ballads and Tales

I’ve come to cherish the first few hours of the morning. There is the quiet darkness between my 7am alarm, which I don’t really know why I have it set for that time anymore, since my body usually wakes me up before that, and we are not on the same strict morning schedule since ChanchoContinue reading “Whistles, Ballads and Tales”

Leticia’s Creative Obsessions: We are Interconnected

I am holding many different emotions post-election in the United States: fear, anger, anxiety, and a well of grief that opened up inside me several years ago and never dried up. It has simply grown deeper, holding close those I have loved and lost, and all those I didn’t know personally but who I grieveContinue reading “Leticia’s Creative Obsessions: We are Interconnected”