This is why I wrote you poetry
and sprinkled your chest with rose petals.
This is why I kissed you in public.
This is why I made time to meet your parents.
This is why I listened.
This is also why I left.
As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it was so empty.
I think I have finally learned that I can have deep compassion for what motivates a person to do something, forgive them AND call it out as unhealthy or not in service to the Light. There’s a difference between judgment and discernment. I believe in order for the world to evolve, we need to speak…
I’m doing a week of reading deprivation (including e-mail!) as part of the Artist’s Way process. It’s been amazingly good for my creativity and I am learning A LOT about how I spend my time and why. I’ve been doing more of the following life-affirming things: resting playing dancing dreaming writing painting walking creating Here’s…
Tripping over Joy What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint? The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move that the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in…
I’ve been doing serious writing for weeks. My mind is wandering to stuff I like. Here goes: love fast cars open hearts dark chocolate strong men (and women) morning toes in wet grass kissing (lots) puppy breath my kids singing dancing flowers petting (both directions) friendship artmaking of all sorts smart people creative people truth…
I have no idea what it’s like to be a man in this world. Art, at it’s best, can help us see what is happening so it can be addressed. We can’t heal what we won’t acknowledge. I sincerely want to be part of the healing.
a wound begging to be touched
and healed