beyond the fairy tale [or what is romantic love anyway?] Prince William married a commoner recently sending hearts aflutter across the Western world. (But not mine.) I find myself wondering if I am jaded or just seasoned in my years—tempered in the fire of pain, loss and the harsh reality of a would-be princess who…
me staring into my computer screen like Narcissus I took a break from Facebook for a week. It was liberating. I was much more focused. I unraveled myself from other people’s energy systems and let myself create, write, think, feel and breathe. It was very, very good. I also missed sharing things and some of…
Here are a few things I’ve learned these past months/years/lifetimes: Our lovability/worth/value/ is not dependent on: The way we look. How much money we have. The number of people who “like” our page on Facebook. The number of friends on Facebook. The number of people who visit our blog, comment or “favorite” something. Whether our…
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 ***…
a wound begging to be touched and healed soulful eyes full up with mystery and depth two hearts so tender and vulnerable our meandering conversation and feet no destination– just a curved line poetry rocks spattered with raindrops the fragrance of spring yellow, red and green cedar married with sorrow –a new path to walk…
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
