Him: “Is there a reason why they gave you this car? They didn’t have a small, economical model?”
Me: “I chose this one. I like power and speed.”
Him: “Oh.”
Me: (dropping him off at the park and ride) “Which one is yours?”
Him: “The blue sensible one over there.”
[insert more conversation with us saying our goodbyes]
Him: (standing by his car) “Well, drive fast!”
Me: (grinning) “Oh, I will. I would tell you to drive sensibly but I wouldn’t mean it.”
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
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. …
Finding the Frame Has Been Dissolved Today’s randomly-chosen word is finding from Awakening the Heroes Within by Carol S. Pearson. I continue to be intrigued with the words that are coming each day. I open the book to a random page and point to a word without looking. Twice, I’ve pointed to a blank page but otherwise, these…
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…
(These words were plucked from the heartstrings of Kenny Alton and the Toric field he created as he gave his Senior Synthesis Presentation at Antioch.) Axis Mundi The red wine warming (and his curls) words of love married with intellect heartspace. A tattooed landscape of masculinity lies before me (the heart is a conscious organ…