Winter rebirth
Shed all the old, the un-useful, the non-life-giving forms. Shed the less-than, the barnacles, the ephemeral guilt so deeply planted in...
Words Never Spoken
I grew up in public school classes being told the American Civil War was fought over the “economy” and “states’ rights.” Yeah, their...
Privileged Porch
Sitting on my porch Rain coming down to give life to all of us Do we all feel it? What are the children doing in their cages? Have they...
Electric commands
There’s something I love about stormy days. The uncontrollable feeling the lightening striking in a moment’s notice in its bright blue...
Praise for the caretakers
Praise for you who wakes up drowsy, exhausted, full of love. Praise for you who feeds and cleans, listens and creates wonder, and can...
Writing it down
I didn’t know how else to get that ickyness out of my body so I wrote these words over and over until they covered three pages and...
I decided...
I decided to listen to the universe. To see the patterns of the voices and images of my life, and the most important voices of my life....
Roots and seeds
I picked lilacs for her on every Mother’s Day. Every May. She said as she recounted her childhood connection, her roots, her story. I...
What they don’t have
What they don’t have is struggle, of questions, of figuring things out together, of figuring out ourselves together. What they have is...
Moon guidance
Let me not forget the golden yet banana color of your crevices, your craters, your moon. The pointed yet subtle edges of your shape. The...