creative practice / writing

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 […]

creative practice / writing

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 the birds back. they are […]

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midwinter

here we are in midwinter. the weather has been so strange but predictable. everyone is settling into the new year as best they can after the winter break. Personally, I have been watching lots of kitchen nightmare’s on YouTube. I can’t really explain why but it makes me happy. I like both the American and the UK version for different […]

Personal - null / self compassion / selflove / writing

pleasure principle

sometimes, I catch myself being harsh and punishing to myself for the most mundane of things. you know, being human… a wonderfully imperfect and slow mess…glorious things, really. I am wondering how I can drop that story of the need to fix and punish and instead embrace the mess and nurture what matters–me, the human. I mean, this is the […]

creative practice / selflove / writing

painting in my mind

there is a part of painting that always feels out of reach I think it’s my mind that sometimes gets attached to how I feel something should look. there is nothing wrong with that aiming for a particular look or feel in a painting is okay but when it comes at the expense of true expression it can feel limited. […]

creative practice / list / memory / writing

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 peas. Or are they beans? […]

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for the ancestors

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 always been beautiful…we will always […]

creative practice / memory / writing

Flinging sentences

This week has been so full already. Managing needs. Expectations. My own. Others. Here we are though. The leaves are starting to return to their true colors. This morning our hair was kissed by a sweet breeze. The sky is falling. Around us. The branches still have us in their house.here we are just waiting on our boat to be […]

memory / writing

Fall

I am checking the forecast who,e the tea kettle readies itself to boil. The toddler and the cat are having a wee disagreement about who should sit on the top of the couch, the answer is really neither but I pick my battles.I have been working on national novel writing project. I thought it was going to be a novel […]