winter arrived with a song
(and a roar!)
the turning wheel brought new light
(and lusciousness)
hearts drawn on steamed windows
(with music and delight)
like a dervish, i whirl!
like a primrose, I open!
the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches
(summer, a distant memory)
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
“We are one leaf on the great human tree.” ~Pablo Neruda Because I know how it feels to be objectified and made into “the other”–the faceless, the nameless the object that is easy to discard, use and manipulate for gain–I am remembering on this day to stay human, to see the relationship of myself to…
I was looking for this Joy List post from 2005 to remind me of what brings me joy and see if I’m on track. Turns out I am. Much of the things on the list I do frequently, if not every day. This is heartening. I may repost it with some additions but it’s good…
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…