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
Category: writing
evolve
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
Return
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
The weather (random unedited thoughts)
Is weird again. And it feels strange to be commenting on it in such times but maybe watching the sky makes sense,in a way. There are times when I feel cloudy with thoughts and worry and I turn my eyes towards the sky or down to the dirt and watch an ant. I think thoughts… Continue reading
what feels good
Sometimes for me life says —to get off the internets make a life worth living no matter what. You owe that to humanity. Be creative with your energy and your attention. Somehow in this confusion Find a way to feel worthy to find what feels good. And if possible share it with someone. I like… Continue reading
Yourself
Keep yourself For yourself at times Take yourself out and just be without shields Let who you are come back to the earth And fill your bones with your name Again.
Dancing
The hearts danced On the window while the light rose up Leaving Me capable Of holding These wild winds again
don’t resist good things
You don’t have to resist.Let the goodness flow to you. You don’t have to make a way The way is straight ahead. Trust your steps are guided. What am I resisting and why?Pain, growth?All the above? What if I stopped and slowed down?Let my fear rise up and choke me? Then I could grab hold… Continue reading
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
Forward
Retreat Into the softness of sunshine on a spring morning. Let yesterday’s rain make puddles on your skin and deep inside your knowingness you will begin to heal the bedrock of your soul. Let the weather be what it will be. A feast of moods but you will lay down on the Johnson grass and… Continue reading