queen of cups trickling tributaries raging rivers bipolar bifurcations she, discerning choosing surrendering choosing life choosing love neither predator nor prey (finally!) an open vessel– at once overflowing and empty ready to fill and be filled
i sat watching you in the cafe while you worked (and i smiled) earnestly you leaned forward into the circle into the conversation into the work (you are so beautiful when you lean in) i brought you water and felt you lean into this small gesture i felt your gratitude and delight (my love there…
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)
This is a sign found in my new neighborhood. It bodes well for things to come. I was telling a friend recently that my playful inner child has been getting squelched by constantly witnessing so many wounded children of late. Times they are a changing. I am reclaiming my desire and ability to play for…
It has always been so hard for me to believe that I’m truly wanted anywhere. So hard for me be believe people actually loved me. I’ve always left a bag packed inside my heart. Never allowed myself to settle in. Never believed it would last. (indeed, it never did) Today, I’m going to unpack. Today,…
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky