note to self
living your truth always trumps preaching it
(that’s why preachy people make you feel uncomfortable. hello, mirror)
living your truth always trumps preaching it
(that’s why preachy people make you feel uncomfortable. hello, mirror)
like a thorn on aging skin
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
My friend is taking a class at Antioch called Archetypes in Classical Literature. The Vampire Archetype is the first one they are studying which brought she and I to a conversation about this Archetype and where we see it in our lives: in our relationships. Her professor, a Jungian analyst, mentioned that in vampire stories,…
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.
A formula for transmutation from Sandra Ingerman’s CD “Miracles for the Earth” which I highly recommend: intention + harmony + love + concentration + focus + union + imagination = transmutation. She also gives a quote from Carolyn Casey that is just fabulous: “Imagination lays the tracks for the reality train to drive down.” The…
vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum. I saw it once, alone,…