Stay Wild in Big Bend National Park
Some invitations don’t arrive in envelopes—they find you in the quiet of a restless afternoon. Mine came in the form of a single story post: an artist retreat in the desert, no cost, no catch. Just the promise of wild skies, open hearts, and the kind of silence that speaks louder than noise.
Water Meets Stone
In the quiet rhythm of Running Eagle Falls, I found myself shedding the noise of modern life and listening instead to the strength of stillness. This prose reflects on the spirit of Brown Weasel Woman and the sacred resilience carved into the land, reminding me that power isn’t always loud—sometimes, it flows gently beneath the surface. Here, water meets stone, and I meet a part of myself I thought had been lost to the rush.
Born to Chase the Light
The desert taught me that freedom isn’t something to be earned: it’s always there, waiting in the space between the wind and the sky. With each sunset that sets the land on fire, I chase the light, never alone, always wild.