angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]
angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…
I noticed this today sitting in the dirt at the base of my jade plant. This withering leaf with the tiny new plant growing from it. It is not attached to anything except the leaf. Rootless. I am on a healing journey that involves a rather significant rebirthing process. This process works by reclaiming all…
8 word story [and a picture]
blessings of existence
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….