we mend (and love) what is within our reach

I’ve taken to daily mediation walks. It’s nourishing to my spirit and helps ground me to my purpose. I walk for 30 minutes then journal until I feel complete.  Here is today’s reflection:

A cat visits, twining itself around my legs for a while. I pet it and also just let it be , allowing it to enjoy the feeling of its fur on my bare legs (I enjoyed that too).

A little girl in a black, velvet dress rocks gently in a swing. The kind of swing with a back. She smiles. I tell her she looks peaceful. She nods.

Three older girls are playing on the hill above her. In the dirt. The kick it up then oddly dust themselves off. Then get dirty again. I want to tell them it’s okay to be dirty. To get dirty and messy and stay that way.

A hummingbird flies straight up into the blue sky. Like an elevator. I am in awe not only of their abilities but their ability to fill my heart with joy every time I see them.

This moment is saturated in peace and yet I want to leave. This is always true for me. I have such a restless soul. When something is peaceful and beautiful, I appreciate it but then want to explore something new.  I’ve come to accept this about myself.

I move a small snail off the pavement. It’s dry and would take a long time for it to reach the grass. It’s a small act of kindness.  It will die anyway. Maybe today. Maybe by a small child climbing the enormous cedar tree I placed it under.

But we do what we can, we tend to what is in our reach.  Reminds me of this quote by one of my favorite teachers:

“Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.”  ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

like honey sunlight

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The way your voice fills the room

like honey sunlight

your tongue touching a certain place

in your mouth–

I lean in.

(aching)

Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth

unfiltered and weighted,

the pressure of them sticks to me

no–not the pressure, the power

it has a residue a kind of slickness–

lubricating my mind

as your opinions and ideas slide into me.

(a caress)

(shadow dance)

her fingers so soft on tight flesh
sinuously stroking
the deepest innerworkings
(shadow dance)

his complexities and contradictions
had her wanting more

the deep empty beckoned
erotically entangled in the black,
hollow void stripped bare
of personal desire

mesmerized and aching
the stillness pulling
and engulfing
wet madness
dripping off the edges

union became a searing brand
a cleansing, fiery phoenix
(shadow dance)

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One of three poems written in response to art for the Poet’s Favorite Tour at the 2014 Seattle Erotic Art Festival

an eternal ellipses

she waits with
an eternal ellipses
like still water after a storm

Animus lunges forward toward
her stillness –ready

ready to receive his
turgid embrace

delicious Divine dance
tantric transmutation

they merge
exhaling whispered longing
circling back
to their unknown, unspoken joy

she waits with
an eternal ellipses
like still water after a storm

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One of three poems written in response to art for the Poet’s Favorite Tour at the 2014 Seattle Erotic Art Festival