the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
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The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. The word is jungle. Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Just playing with…
There is no poem in my heart today, only a deep recognition of my growth and my humanity. I realized today that I have reached a place in my life where I can sit with sorrow, grief and “imperfection” without looking away or trying to fix it. Not every day, perhaps, but often. I realize…
while we were talking
Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
“Mom, why don’t you talk to John anymore? “Because he’s not my friend, Gigi. He lied to me about something really important. He’s not in my life.” “Well, I want him in my life. I’m gonna call him when I get my own phone. Please tell me you didn’t delete his number.” “Okay, I won’t…