In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.
~Rumi
as translated by Coleman Barks
“If you are out to describe the TRUTH, leave elegance to the tailor.” -Albert Einstein I am not a tailor and I have lost my tolerance for bullshit and niceties. I can be tactless and unbelievably direct and that’s okay. It’s better than lying.
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
news travels fast these days (too fast) we hear of a tragedy within minutes of the happening powerlessness sets in and outrage (and deep sadness) let this news travel fast then: i awakened moments ago in a dark room my babies are safe in their bed the night sky is clear and the birch tree…
in autumn in the burgeoning light of a new day the songbird eats honeysuckle fruit getting stronger reclaiming gifts she once left behind to share freely in the rain she is cleansed and renewed returning home
Oppression leads to powerlessness. Powerlessness leads to acts of terror and more oppression. This is true regardless of scale. Wounded souls create more wounding. We all need love + compassion. Sending out love and light to all hearts on this day marked with tragedy but also strung together with copious amounts of grace like the…
I drew the Death card from The Mythic Tarot two days in a row. I’m paying attention to that. I’m writing a show right now. It’s a big undertaking to open to a story wanting to be told through you. It’s one thing to perform someone else’s work or just to write something and close…