sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
Today’s randomly-chosen word is Artemisia as in the Warrior Queen and comes from The Daring Book for Girls by Andrea J. Buchanan and Miriam Peskowitz. I really love that my finger landed on this name rather than a more mundane word because I love her story! In fact, I might weave her story into the…
“Don’t pack whatever is easiest or most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.” ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes she empty and ever emptier as winter closes in around her waits beneath the cold, icy mantle for the truth her beauty…
I noticed this today sitting in the dirt at the base of my jade plant. This withering leaf with the tiny new plant growing from it. It is not attached to anything except the leaf. Rootless. I am on a healing journey that involves a rather significant rebirthing process. This process works by reclaiming all…
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)