friday's song
playing in the sunshine
and trickery with Loki
a red herring–killed with my own knife–
makes for a nice dinner
amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
today 5:45 awakening to the promise of a new day coffee meditation shower, etc. (black boots, black tunic, grey skirt, pink scarf) (hair up with teardrop silver earrings) kids to school to the cafe to work (triple tall americano with cream.) red leaves swirling in the icy gale chatting up the man next to me…
sometimes, when i am most despondent when i feel i have betrayed or been betrayed too many times to count (or handle)– just then when i doubt myself my wisdom my power my grace (my existence)– right then wings aflutter an angel comes (in myriad forms) bringing a reflection of my wholeness my beauty my…
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…
they chased after elusive rainbows thinking the colors– (the shimmering wonder!) were outside of them. one day, they woke up and realized they were light itself and the game changed. they did a spiral dance together luminous brilliance (refracted wonderment!) in an infinite sea of grace