in autumn
in the burgeoning light
of a new day
the songbird
eats honeysuckle fruit
getting stronger
reclaiming
gifts she once left behind
to share freely
in the rain
she is cleansed and renewed
returning home
Color hunting is a fun game, especially when on foot, bus, and train!
I could trace the outline of your soul Well, I could try but it moves Like Mercury Like when I broke a thermometer as a girl And the mercury was so slippery And my mom told me stay away because Mercury is poison. But I wanted to play with it! Slippery Poisonous Fascinating It was…
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…
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…
I haven’t been this sick or this exhausted in a long time. A week ago today, I was caring for my sick daughter and here I am, laying here quietly, letting my daughter be cared for by another and surrendering to this virus that seems to have knocked me down and will let me back…