Butterflies were released from the dark places.
Her heart, relieved and stronger,
flung itself wider.
(and she rejoiced)
I have no idea what it’s like to be a man in this world. Art, at it’s best, can help us see what is happening so it can be addressed. We can’t heal what we won’t acknowledge. I sincerely want to be part of the healing.
Night before last my furnace stopped working. The repair person couldn’t come out until today so I was without heat over 24 hours. It is in the low thirties here in Seattle and I live in an old house with single paned windows so it’s been cold and drafty, to say the least. As I…
“If you are out to describe the TRUTH, leave elegance to the tailor.” -Albert Einstein I am not a tailor and I have lost my tolerance for bullshit and niceties. I can be tactless and unbelievably direct and that’s okay. It’s better than lying.
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep
Sending this hoping to be able to add it to my profile. (fingers crossed)
I continue my exploration of energy, relationships and the online world today. I talked to a friend last night about her experiences with Facebook. I told her how often people tell me their secrets and how I have grown weary of it. She told me about how a new acquaintance on Facebook told her about…