are there times when you feel like the lines are too tightand you must swim back towards your own knowing?what does your body say as it sinks into the softness of Johnson grass and purple nettle?do you understand that even here there is a story under stories?the earth is not needing a hero, again.more like… Continue reading
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small things
making art. daily. no judgment.more meetings and phone calls than my nervous system cares for but things are being tended. i wish i could figure out how to upload pictures from my phone to this computer but i could just not.chamomile tea. at noon. that was good idea.celebrate the small victories. they matter. they add… Continue reading
watering
these days are hot and sticky we sit under trees that don’t belong to anyone but themselves the rain is promised but trickles so slowly the mornings find me torn to water or not “nourish what matters,” a voice says. so I fill the can and give the earth what I have
All day
It takes all day I think it’s the piney woods in me. I start thinking about it a few days before. Imagining the side dishes. The spices. Even the weather. In my imagination, it’s about 10 degrees cooler, but hey the ac is a good bridge to reality. The day comes and I soak the… Continue reading
i like
i like when i get up early enough to see the light become dappled and dancing on the left wall by the bookcases. i like when i get early enough to walk around for 10 or 15 minutes without dripping in sweat. i like when i hear the cicadas close by but not too close.… Continue reading
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
Somehow
We are filled With water And sunshine at birth Somehow. The layers of my mother’s dreams live in my mouth too long. My great aunt’s fears lodged in my hips. Who am I but soil and soul trying to reconcile and remember my own thoughts? Somehow. I am here weeding and praying over this land,… Continue reading
Freedom feels
Freedom Is a feeling that becomes you. Be gentle with yourself as you are stirred and moved more into yourself. Don’t be so intoxicated with your own stuff that you forget to give love/ Out of your fullness. Know that you are beginning with your heart and healing so it won’t be perfect /still your… Continue reading
flowers, art, kiddos(not pictured), summer heat (felt), fake s’mores , head wraps , cold brew (and hot brew), sooo much laundry, ice cream and the Potomac under our feet. poems sleeping in the corner with dappled light and nosey cats.
saying yes to what matters…
today is another rainy day. I am here writing on my actual computer because my tablet seems to have major limitations when it comes to the website. I am not complaining. just saying….I have not been willing to sit down and write here in a while but here I am. looking out at the elm… Continue reading