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)
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
The other day in yoga I was in “Happy Baby” pose and suddenly I felt very small. And vulnerable. I found myself saying, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m sorry that you were hurt. I’m sorry that you were lied to. I’m sorry that has made it hard for you to trust people.” I started crying as…
FORE now so vulnerable our diversity being ignored entitlement reigns (rains) evidence- science- based (base) //drop the bass 808 33″ not 45 in your face// my transgendered son once a fetus now burgeoning manhood facing future (not forbidden) welcomed bidden (prayed for) received loved bright sun (son) future BIDDEN My response to 45’s “forbidden” words….
the guy that gets the girl is the one who knows how to love her to love with a full, open heart with a deep, listening ear with joy and abandon the guy that gets the girl takes a stand acts like a man claims her (loves her) the guy that gets the girl has…
Life is complicated, isn’t it? Â Recently, I was working at the front desk at work, a co-working space in Seattle. An elderly lady was sitting in stillness for almost two hours in the sunlight, her veined hands endlessly turning a brochure over and over. A half hour before closing, I decided to check on her….
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Tonight’s entry is very late in coming. Â I’ve been talking with him for hours. Â And he’s been listening. Â A different kind of listening than I’m used to. Â He wanted to understand. Â What a remarkable experience. I’m not surprised then, that tonight’s randomly-chosen word, from the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin is gentle. Â My heart…