morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
there is no place here for the army of cruelty
poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly
it was too close to the bone so I made this instead…
The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today. I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern. She and I sat and…
In this week’s unscripted audio love note, I discuss embracing mystery and getting paid, being and feeling supported by my Patreon folx and creating a container for my work
oh, fragrant flower! open yourself to me now so that I may love you