last night,
we spoke of ragas
(and how they find their way to the end)
we spoke of not being right
(and the right to just be)
we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones
(and i trusted you a little more)
today,
the camellias are blooming soft and pink
(opening to the sun)
wedding ring melted for rent he was clueless
With a powerful lunar eclipse/full moon combo on the Winter Solstice this year, it is truly time to face unafraid the plans that we make. Today, I am cutting away the old, dead wood. Today, I bring in the new and set intentions for the year ahead. Today, I birth the Light in my heart….
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day one: getting real.
Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naïveté. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…
cause and effect you drag your nails along my flesh delighting in my response cause and effect you find all my buttons and press them expressing joy at each sigh cause and effect you pull me tight in morning light luxuriating in my scent and softness cause and effect you telling me I make love…
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.