my capacious heart
(open)
full moon setting at dawn
my capricious heart
(following)
leaves swirling in cold wind
my tenacious heart
(wounded)
embracing a chameleon sky
life brings little moments of everyday astonishment like smelling the sea air infused in morning moisture or feeling the tenderness of a heart miles away (just knowing) memories of tireswinging summers with loud thunderCLAPS mud pies and the love of mother of dust on my tongue watching my dad shoot a rattlesnake (integration) seeing, feeling,…
All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things. I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
You need to become a pen in the Sun’s hand. We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. ~Hafiz Paint it today, lovely one. I want to see it.
imprints cut grass tattooed arms lone star carved in skin new bruise on my back your love brands my heart
In my travels yesterday, I happened upon this labyrinth and decided to walk it. I was stunned by the simplicity of this meditative act and felt grateful as my awareness deepened with every step. My mind began to unwind and my Spirit began to breathe more deeply. With each step, I felt more free and…