haiku of longing
our eyes met for a moment,
we fell deeply in–
today i am aflutter.
our eyes met for a moment,
we fell deeply in–
today i am aflutter.
The Sacrifice by Rites of Spring on Grooveshark “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainier Marie Rilke It is stormy today on this first day of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. For me, it is the perfect texture for this day. Spring can be a time…
like a thorn on aging skin
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…
Today: periwinkle flowers painted with rain drops dance-walking for a mile with my bright pink umbrella signs of spring bursting from the cold earth deep holding and sweet play with my girl on the bus sweet compliments and loving support from dear friends Persian trance music seeing and writing with new eyes dancing and more…
“If you can pinpoint the exact words you’ve wanted to hear your entire life that no one has ever shared with you, and give yourself permission to openly share those words as innocent gifts of contribution with everyone you encounter, the simplicity of life purpose is effortlessly revealed.” ~ Matt Kahn There are a few…
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…