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)
like a hummingbird flitting forward and back sipping the sweetness never still never landing too fast to be captured until she flies into the glass headlong f a l l i n g in the stunned stillness hands reach out holding protecting sheltering feeding (not all hands hurt or capture)
Yesterday, I wrote a short story for fun based on some words my friends gave me. In response, I received this email from an acquaintance: There have been a very few Matriarchal societies and none that were much above Hunter/gather stage in development. This is not to say that Matriarchy stunts development at all but…
Such a wonderful example of someone working through their own issues through self-expression. He realized he had been a bully and transmuted that energy into something beautiful. I was recently cyber-bullied. I have been bullied other times in my life–sometimes by people who claim to love me. I have also stood up to bullies on…
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…
Precious moments of grace today: A homemade flower from my girl. A warm hug and deeply sincere “I love you” from my other girl. Warm wishes and thoughts from friends. A call from mom to check in and tell me she loves me. Time to write. Time to breathe. Making homemade soup and corn muffins…
Your body is away from me But there is a window open from my heart to yours. From this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly. ~Rumi