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
This is a sign found in my new neighborhood. It bodes well for things to come. I was telling a friend recently that my playful inner child has been getting squelched by constantly witnessing so many wounded children of late. Times they are a changing. I am reclaiming my desire and ability to play for…
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day one: getting real.
fullness of ripe peach sunrise diamonds on window my tender heart open wide!
Day three of The Daily Delish: celebrating isness
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.