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
Category: writing
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… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
words
words are firesoothing lifeandwatered roots
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… Continue reading
the thing
It’s that time of year. you know when everyone is gathering thoughts and ambitions for the new year. it can be exciting or tiring or something in between for most of us to have a pact summary of our last year and an ambitious new things to be doing into the new year. however, if… Continue reading
syncing
I mentioned the photo dilemma to my resident computer expert and it is syncing issue that I don’t have the brain space to care about. that sounds silly but it’s true. I feel silly and ambivalent about technology. I can watch YouTube for ages and then I can barely spare a minute to look at… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
going slower than slow in a non aesthetic way
the truth that is hard for me to accept some days is that i am slow. things take time for me. i like complicated complex things (including myself) and it just takes more time than i would like to admit to do these things. yes, i can do things fast and hard and even do… Continue reading