meks.quest

Fae turns toward the question the way a plant turns toward light — because it is the nature of fae to want to know.

They know these places.

The sun is warm on bare skin.

I sink into the restaurant booth, barely able to keep my eyes open.

Xe does not love carefully.

She came back to her hands first.

August 13, 2023 I have spent the past ten minutes negotiating with my dog over a dead squirrel.

Let’s not talk for a while just lie here and watch It’s lovely Twilight settles a feeling of peace Swallows pass on silent wings animals sniff the familiar hear the trill of the tree toad the occasional sounds comfort he loved life loved to be a part of t…

Look — do you see him?

Tell me Did you think that time would close it?

It’s 10 am and I’m out walking the dusty streets of Bali, looking for a tailor I found on the internet.

Photo Credit to Petter Boström I recently attended the Goatmire Elixir Conf and one of the standout talks for me was Saša Jurić’s “Tell Me a Story”.

I’m in a supermarket in Kraków.

Petre was brilliant with animals and awkward with humans.

Ever wonder if pride month and all the flags year round are too much?

My friend George and I are in El Chaltén, a small mountain town in Argentine Patagonia, planning to try via ferrata: harnesses, cables, and iron rungs bolted into a cliff face.