this must be the place where freedom was sown inside the seeds of cucumber and okra bodies activated our hearts one thread listening becoming — soft soil soaring infinte
pink and red
the first flowers red sunshine the big umbrella connecting to the ground matcha green finding beauty in the waiting trusting that song
blessing
let us give thanks-spring is here. it has been all the things: fierce and softunder our noses in our eyes and blessing us.
much
the truth is these days are so deliciously full when I sit out to think about words to capture it all there is no language for this just like there is no real language that can ever capture love and all it’s many forms or hate (for that matter) you know what it is by the way it makes you […]
perfection and art
you don’t have to be perfect and polished to be an artist you just chose to show up daily allowing the tiny spark of doing to createthe shape of your life
accept the passion
it is what saves you let it burn as fast or as softly as your voice yearns call out to it if you need to let it be a tossing bowl of emotions and desires fighting wildly in the streets of your heart it will sigh and dance unhinged and unashamed bowing to the sun caressing the sigh of the […]
hot nectar
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 […]