yesterday
was a different kind of conversation
with petals flying and thunder booming
in the end, a soft a rain fell
against the night
*
this morning
songbirds are warbling
the ancient trees are still and plaintive
a jay screeches a call to action
as the sky stretches
*
tomorrow
is not here yet
entropic juice drips wildly down Creation’s chin mad, bifurcated dancing
the girls and me from the archives “Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, like the blue sky, the sunshine, the eyes of a baby. To suffer is not enough. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us and all around us,…
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Today’s word, shiver, comes from the book chasers of the light by Tyler Knott Greggson. It’s a lovely book of poetry that my daughter got me. Filled with the tender ache of love and other bits and pieces of a life well-lived, I adore it and open it for inspiration often. Reading the description online…
A formula for transmutation from Sandra Ingerman’s CD “Miracles for the Earth” which I highly recommend: intention + harmony + love + concentration + focus + union + imagination = transmutation. She also gives a quote from Carolyn Casey that is just fabulous: “Imagination lays the tracks for the reality train to drive down.” The…
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“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…