River Seeker

a lost soul seeking hope

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  • a cardinal
    A cardinal sat outside my window this morning, singing a song I didn’t recognize. That means Grandma Hazel hasn’t forgotten to check in on me.  She lives in every cardinal I see. Whenever one catches my eye, I have to stop and give it a quiet hello. A fellow human being should never expect to… Read more: a cardinal
  • my voice, or lack thereof
    Navigating through the world with selective mutism is not for the faint of heart. No way, José. It takes a special kind of someone to choose to be silent while noise engulfs them. Unfortunately, I am that special kind of someone.  I don’t recall a specific moment when I made the choice. The choice to… Read more: my voice, or lack thereof
  • to be in someone else’s photos
    Developing strangers’ photographs reminds me that my life is not the norm. In their photos, life if thrilling and worth documenting. Late night parties. Weddings. Vacations. I see these snapshots and can’t deny that aching feeling of loneliness that paralyzes my heart. Working in the film lab has taught me that to be featured in… Read more: to be in someone else’s photos