after school haiku
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. ~Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks
mixed media creation from my art journal “Emotional intelligence begins when you feel what you feel without labels or evaluation.” ~Deepak Chopra I’ve noticed what I feel from the place of observation helps me choose both where I put my energy and how I respond. If I notice that being near something or someone makes…
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved
Bring it, Universe. This beats being protected within the context of “I’ll protect you in exchange for the right to control you.” So, I’ll bring the winsome smile and let the rest come along. I’ll be the flower just being a beautiful flower and let the bees and the rain and the sun come to…
first, you touched my heart i let you touch my body you stopped touching both