May your sorrow give you wings of courage, dear reader.
I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.
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…
like a hummingbird flitting forward and back sipping the sweetness never still never landing too fast to be captured until she flies into the glass headlong f a l l i n g in the stunned stillness hands reach out holding protecting sheltering feeding (not all hands hurt or capture)
“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.” -Louisa May Alcott I have been reading “Human Becoming” (clicking the link will allow you to download his free e-book which I highly recommend) by Dave Richo recently. Several years ago my therapist gave me his “Checklist on Boundaries in…
winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender
This is why I wrote you poetry and sprinkled your chest with rose petals. This is why I kissed you in public. This is why I made time to meet your parents. This is why I listened. This is also why I left. As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it…