I wrote this originally in early 2021, about six months after my brother's death from an accidental OD, while processing some of my thoughts and grief.

The beautiful flow of stream-of-consciousness: the reason this blog exists.

Words pointing to the importance of that free-flow dance cultivating life's rhythms.

Dishes will always need to be washed, but the storyteller may be inspired by the sage just in that moment.

While thistles will always exist in this world, there's still Eden to be found.

An Intro: The profound impact of my brother's life, death and the high steps he took as he battled a heroin addiction.

Trips: One of the wisest investments we're learning to make.