So many hours of exercise to keep myself functioning in this season of winter of horror after horror So much challenged breath teaches my lungs to expand fully There is more room now for the heart that speeds then slows depending upon what I am doing what I… Continue reading
We regret to inform you Words punch the hollow space beneath my rib cage a form letter All those words that flowed from my core were not enough never quite enough not worthy of respect of belonging of being seen I’d allowed myself a sliver of hope this time My husband calls me a pessimist… Continue reading
In that moment when the water swallows your skin and you are absorbed into the living womb of its expanse – that is when her power joins the very essence of yours. It’s as though the melding of stardust and liquid in our cells cannot help but seek… Continue reading
Like droplets of sweat they emerge yes the more one exercises the spirit how much more readily truths spill Find your means your tools your mettle Let that incredulity flow over you like waves back into the earth to be transformed by her need for magic
Her wild currents arrived with full force I watched them flow over hills trees bending in supplication splitting at corners amplifying her voice rushing over angles roaring in freedom no intention of stopping AIR Bringing in her edge despite knowing how to be still She heeds the call to move but not without making an… Continue reading
I wrapped myself in night sounds an almost balmy breeze infusing my being with the scent of shifting seasons rich and rotten a knowing in my bones that soon the silence would only be broken by wind and footsteps and breath
There are places along the dirt road where the water moves just so insisting on erosion rushing over ledges of dead leaves wedged in silt of larger rocks coaxing forth what sounds like human voices barely submerged and I wonder what is so important that the rocks would trick the water into speech or perhaps… Continue reading
A misty evening. A special sort of quiet, that hangs a gentle canvas for the cheerful dialogue of birds and the faint, steady swish of droplets that were too heavy to linger in the ether. Waiting for thunderstorms. Carrying on.
The light grows stronger, bolder Says, “Look at me; let yours do the same.” I wander muddy paths boots sinking earth embracing my footsteps Savor the fragrance of a world awakening The birds are returning I whistle their songs back to them in gratitude.
In the crooked double-paned window I watch my own reflection Full lips Double frowns Smudged Eye Shadows Super-imposed Life is blurry and Everything veers to the right Skewed This makes me uncomfortable I have 3.5 ears rimmed by darkness Rainbow lights usually behind me sprout from the top of my head wrapping themselves in waves… Continue reading
Fresh snow quiet first footsteps angled flashlight a clever stagehand look straight ahead and it’s psychedelic light magic up and it’s a nighttime snow dance kissing cheeks spotting glasses down and it’s a slow motion free fall all that letting go landing gently somehow
I walk through the woods seeking wisdom and solace, on a quest for the answers my heart yearns for. Twenty-four hours ago, the sun beat down warmly on the earth, a rapid infusion of bliss on a short day, while a breeze teased the lingering leaves, the blades of grass. Overnight, a heavy blanket of… Continue reading