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
In this episode, I reveal some inspirations and talk about the value of poetry as protest, the worth of women and mothers, and how the myths of Henry David Thoreau and Adam Smith support cultural gaslighting.
A Blessing May your heart know kindness, dear reader.
you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
A turtle rests in the spring sunshine today at the Japanese Garden in Seattle, WA Giovanna didn’t rest at all. She was busy as a toddler should be. A beautiful Coi posed nicely for the camera. If I were a Fairie I would rest on the moss ‘neath these beautiful flowers. So lovely.
there is no place here for the army of cruelty