This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.
Here’s something I read today about judging and the path of awareness. read it. it’s awesome. my fave part, “Ken: Whoa, whoa, what’s this nice shit?”. Exactly. We are taught by those in control that it is GOOD to be NICE. UGH. How about if it’s enough to just BE REAL? I judge a lot…
This Casablanca Lily has the most amazing scent. It’s right outside the window of my studio and smells especially yummy at night (like many white flowers). I’m going to have a poetry reading, wine drinking, patio party this weekend so we can all drink in the essence of these lilies and each other by the light of the…
Today I ran across a single line I had written on a page in my journal. It said, : “I am not the kind of woman you can push around.” It’s true that I haven’t been physically pushed around since my older brother tormented me in my youth. I am strong and fierce physically and…
A fleeting moment. I love goofiness. One of the things I got from my Dad that I love about myself. I love you, Dad, even if I never see you.
I fancied this man to be a pirate coming onto the island to loot and pillage. It turns out he wasn’t as hot as Johnny Depp. He did take some villagers back out with him though. Hmmmm….
When all your desires are distilled You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy. Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz And mix them into your seed pouch. And when the Moon says, “It is time to Plant,” Why not dance, Dance and Sing? (Excerpted from “Your Seed Pouch” by…