lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender ~Rumi
Precious moments of grace today: A homemade flower from my girl. A warm hug and deeply sincere “I love you” from my other girl. Warm wishes and thoughts from friends. A call from mom to check in and tell me she loves me. Time to write. Time to breathe. Making homemade soup and corn muffins…
you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you
“Silence is a source of great strength.” ~Lao Tzu
All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things. I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …
your essence, back and belly legs tangled in sheets the luxury of morning