Love is a mysterious thing 44 minutes and the soup is done Sunlight piercing red hibiscus juice Holding onto the rose bush with pierced Hands If only you Could stop Listening at the door Of time and Other people’s Head Maybe you would be Still like this morning chickadees Again Dancing on the branches that belong to the Wind Knowing […]
creative practice / writing
earth light
the clay right here feels unmovable but it changes and becomes loamy and soft under my feet as I walk to the rosebush and listen closely to her soft morning prayer. today the crows are flying overhead towards the tallest elm tree in the neighborhood . it’s close to trash day and that always brings the birds back. they are […]
list / memory / self compassion / selflove
telling you
there are so many things to write/tell. I feel like purging and telling this blog all the things but I am unlikely to do them any justice. so I will tell you I finished a collection of short stories by Agatha Christie (Hercule Poriot) and I am convinced the books are so much better than the show/movies. I will tell […]
memory / writing
how you tell it
the birds are out today. so are the squirrels. I had a glorious few minutes of watching them drink from puddles on the deck. if only my computer and this blog could work in unison I would have photos to show. however, that is just not the case and I haven’t the mind to try and figure it out nor […]
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for the ancestors
for you made this world possible. for you sowed it from scratched. for you made it from ancient into new. all that is stolen never regained but alchemized by you. you are not forgotten. I honor your world making. I honor your “imposing beauty” into an inhospitable and inhumane situation forced upon you. you have always been beautiful…we will always […]
creative practice / list
Bloom
More flowers And poems And little altars Grief And joy Under the sugar gums Feels like a landing A clearing Prayer Asking—- What will bloom from Here
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the way
Find a piece of land and set your heart rightLet the mountains remain where they must because it is not your job to move them all Maybe you move nothing and instead sleep in the hands of the holy one as you are carried into the softness of your being maybe, you need to scale to new heights to see […]
creative practice / self compassion / selflove
rise up. shine on.
“People are hard to hate close up. Move in. Speak truth to bullshit. Be civil. Hold hands. With strangers. Strong back. Soft Front, Wild heart.” — brene brown, braving wilderness( via the moontimes digest /mosaiceye) the news has been all over the place…we are still in the midst of a pandemic and all sorts of civil uncivility…it’s an endless cycle […]
art / writing
Freedom is a practice
Last night, i had a dream in dreams that I received a comment about how spacey, rambling and incomplete my work is here. In my dream, i was not hurt but i wanted to justify but something stopped me…and then i woke up. This morning my mantra was something about being inherently valuable (thank you Combahee River Collective for access […]
creative practice / memory / self compassion / writing
A soft revolution, continuing,
View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize I am who I am doing what I came to do – Audre Lorde These days, i am learning. Softly. Embracing what i don’t know. Realizing some of my own blind spots. Especially as it comes […]