Gather
To Gather is to step into the world’s wild diversity and find the pieces of ourselves waiting there. It is an invitation to pull our fragments inward—consuming the light, the shadow, and the space between—to meet the source breath of Alaha and become whole within the dance of duality.
Alaha (Aramaic: אלהא)
"The Source experienced as both the many and the one. It is the breath that moves through the scattering of different languages and cultures, holding our diverse experiences in a single, unified flow. To Gather is to see this 'both/and'—collecting the raw material of the world to prepare for the internal alchemy of Attune."
This is me trying
I didnt blossom into this spring like a new flower
Instead I feel more like the earth
Decaying, restoring, heavy, and full of all potential
Winter did not shed the weight
that was absent
Springtime last year
Instead it gave me everything
to hold
To filter through
My surrender
Is not quiet
It is filled with life resorting itself and expanding
A new world is coming
Not glowing
Yet
So with effort
I pull myself
Out of a restless slumber
There is still a long way ...
To go from here?
"Stay open"
Old eyes
and an older soul
Laden from the long, long wait
This is me trying, and I will try again, I will try again
in my car, wilmington DE
Work Life Balance: hen the neighborhood park looks like a "window seat" intersecting the world you call home
Brandywine Park, Wilmington DE
At the core of us, there is heart, and gristle, and marrow, and bone, and stardust, and sunshine rising beyond a scarce landscape of dust and depravity, upon which wild horses run, and within which birds perch in the shithouses
(It flew away before I could capture its beautiful light)
Navajo Country, Chinle az - 2026
To the red winged black bird that met me on my walk
Long gone
Am I
Far from
The moments
That kept me inside
You won't find me here
Anymore
I am dancing
With the wind
Scottsbluff NE - November 2025
Expansive presence, unburdened by it's usual thoughts. Time takes on new meaning. As I look out over the world The distance between idea and action, an arc elongating along the horizon, with no real destination or intention, other than the beginning of one's mind. And the question: who really are we? And are we living the way we were born to be?
Even words are like stones
tumbling out of my mouth
A certain heaviness of form
Trying to "be"
The way it used to be
But all I feel is space
Somewhere over Las Vegas
The journey continues where the word ends. Each frame is a bridge between the seen and the felt.