I love what my son calls dead flowers aka cut flowers. I realize this week that I’ve slowly been collecting them from every place I go. Like a touchstone. A prayer of possibilities. Flowers are tricky because of the matrix of industrial flowers and all that. I am not here to preach because the world… Continue reading
It’s always a pleasure to remix older bouquets. I think we’ve had these for close to a month. I just trimmed them and put them in a new container. The garden flowers are coming in but they seem so fragile -cosmos and roses. Or maybe I’m being precious because they are mine in a way… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
I have been writing more these days but not online or even on a devices. just in a notebook. multiple notebooks. some of the things I really enjoy and would like to explore and maybe will transfer it to a document and make it official or not. sometimes I think that just the act of… Continue reading
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
Maybe the whole point is to return Not to the person of before But to the joy Underneath it all that Connects me tenderly To my own insides
Sometimes it’s a memory that puts you back in the frame of mind to receive The goodness and give thanks that it has found you again. Drawing imaginary worlds from real Hearts is beautiful Prayer.