divine | mystery | photography | poetry
bifurcation haiku
entropic juice drips wildly
down Creation’s chin
mad, bifurcated dancing
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intuition (or the little doll in my pocket jumping up and down)
I recently had a tense conversation with someone. I was asking about a change in the dynamics of our friendship and told her I felt that she was acting a certain way in our relationship for a reason that I didn’t understand but could feel. She said, “Oh, so you know how I feel and…
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speaking of blessings (we are the dancers)
A friend of mine sent me an email with this lovely blessing: I hope things are going well for you, that your health is heading in the right direction, that you’re having fun and having adventures. What a glorious thing to hear! She was having a hard time sleeping, I popped into her head and…
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how we stop our own story [or how about we build a swing instead?]
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
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9/11 (Choose Love)
Ten years later, the sons of Abraham are still fighting and jockeying for power and control the Mothers are still crying and holding and loving. (Choose Love)
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they woke up
they chased after elusive rainbows thinking the colors– (the shimmering wonder!) were outside of them. one day, they woke up and realized they were light itself and the game changed. they did a spiral dance together luminous brilliance (refracted wonderment!) in an infinite sea of grace
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morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness warm coffee on tongue, a jet pushes through the sky
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