a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
Yesterday was a tough day. (Divorce is messy, I’m finding.) It’s amazing what a little sidewalk chalk drawing with a child can do for one’s Spirit. I am incredibly blessed.
This goes out to all of us facing being alone and gazing into the emptiness and the sweet darkness. We know who we are. I salute you, support you and silently love you through it; we’re all in it together. May the light inside of us be our beacon in the darkest places. May we…
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
pigeon blanket over trains clouds fill equinox sky the road stretches before me
I once wrote a description of “Kymberlee the Healer” for a class. Here it is: I help piece together the broken child inside of people. The wounding of not being able to be FREE. Free to express all of the silliness, wiggles, screams and color that have been held inside for too long. I create…
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.