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)
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This Waking Life I went biking around Greenlake with my daughter this afternoon so I decided to make my bricolage there with whatever I found. Â The graffiti was already on the table and I love it. Â Love the color and the form. Â My rule was that everything had to come from the ground. Â You will…
Two crows fly silently by in morning stillness as the sun flirts with my heart.
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The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today. Â I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern. Â She and I sat and…
“Inside this river there is a moon which is not a reflection. From the river bottom the moon speaks. I travel in continuous conversation with the river as it goes. Whatever is above and seemingly outside this river is actually in it. Merge with it, in here or out there, as you please. This is…
Please allow me to introduce your heart to day five of the daily delish: okay boomers what’s good. I was recently introduced to the #adviceforboomers and had an interesting conversation with my son about it.
it’s not just that his lips are sexy it’s that they speak truth and ask deep questions laughter pours forth from them (also kindness, gentleness and acceptance) yes, i like them against my mouth (and other places) but it’s the substance of him that pull me in to his gravity