the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness Only when there is stillness in movement can the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades heaven and earth. -TS’AL-KEN T’AN This is the place in which I have been living for quite some time. I haven’t been sitting much and haven’t been at the computer to update…
I know you come here to visit this blog. Thousands every month (or perhaps just one of you thousands of times!) I don’t know who you are, but here’s what I want you to know: You are loved and lovable. You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I wish you oodles of love, laughter and joy…
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…
“Like water, be gentle and strong. Be gentle enough to follow the natural paths of the earth and strong enough to rise up and reshape the world” ~Brenda Peterson In order to be strong enough to rise up I need to acknowledge where I haven’t been that strong (and in order to be gentle, I…
I’ve been using my voice in many ways of late. I wrote and staged my one-woman show, Unbridled a month ago, I’ve done some communication in my relationships to bring clarity and grace into them and I’ve been doing some recording with a some talented musicians. I’m enjoying this process because there is no rehearsal….