perhaps his heart
is too bright
for your boxy, measured world
perhaps his wonder
isn’t brandable
in your tight space, rat race
bullies come
and bullies go
(they tend to find each other)
love remains
truth remains
(free the boxes)
the rain comes in torrents ravaging the sky pressing hard into the earth aching, turgid clouds release as I drift off in the arms of the Beloved mind quiet heart peaceful body spent
In the past couple of months, I have had numerous people tell me that they are having an affair on the internet. They are living in some kind of liminal place with someone that is either married or lives really far away while meanwhile their life falls to shit and they wait for the day–the…
That’s how we find meaning: through playing, exploring, creating, loving, constructing and deconstructing. And also through listening, softening, deepening, and remaining open to possibility.
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….
The other day a woman at my daughter’s school was telling me about the book I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World by Eve Ensler. She told me she wanted to loan it me and thought I would enjoy it. She told me one particular part of it reminded…
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” ~Mary Oliver My recent list of astonishments: The ability of the human heart to overcome hatred and love anyway. The gift of community. Endless shades of orange and red. The way a smile can light up my world. The smell of Seattle rain….