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)
I got my hair cut. Short. This was hair 1.0. It’s even shorter and blonder now. Things are shifting rapidly. This has set off a chain of events in my life. New attitude. New sense of myself. New focus on being in my own skin. Less hiding my face, my feelings, my…self. More strength (odd,…
This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter. Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share. I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak. I…
under cloudy sky fennel flowers and barbed wire laughing our way home
![angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/14481-768x466.jpg)
angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
I lead a writing workshop at a local shelter for homeless women. I usually come prepared with prompts but this last Friday, I didn’t. I felt like being spontaneous. I picked up the supplies at the front desk and went to the activity room. One of the women asked for the green notebook to write…