Robins wrench worms from the softening earth,
trilling songbirds pour their song into the wide sky,
Narcissus flirt with vibrant skirts
and a thousand shades of green dance in ardent winds.
Oh Spring!
Penetrate me with your turgid madness!
I surrender.
We sat at the beach, chatting and watching a little boy play with his ball. The next time we looked over, he was crying. His ball had drifted out too far for anyone to reach it. I told my friend, “I can’t look. It just makes me sad.” He responded by saying, “Just think, some…
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
pre·cious   /ˈprɛʃəs/ [presh-uhs] –adjective 1. of high price or great value; very valuable or costly: precious metals. 2. highly esteemed for some spiritual, nonmaterial, or moral quality: precious memories. 3. dear; beloved: a precious child. 4. affectedly or excessively delicate, refined, or nice: precious manners. 5. a dearly beloved person; darling. Yes, I am. But…
The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my quest for love and belonging is giving my trust to people who have not earned it. Like Vasilisa, I have my wooden doll from my mother. I have learned to trust this Loving Voice deep inside my own being. She tells me what is true. She tells…
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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. Â I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern. Â She and I sat and…