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
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.
In this week’s unscripted audio love note, I discuss embracing mystery and getting paid, being and feeling supported by my Patreon folx and creating a container for my work
you live in a box made of limits, rules and pain perhaps you like it
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
“The point is that in your life, unless you make specific time for something that you feel committed to, you will always have other obligations and you will always be too busy.” ~Dalai Lama The question is, what to commit to? Joy Curiosity Well-being Love Learning Play Pleasure Passion Laughter Creativity That about sums it…