Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender
~Rumi
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
I drew the Death card from The Mythic Tarot two days in a row. I’m paying attention to that. I’m writing a show right now. It’s a big undertaking to open to a story wanting to be told through you. It’s one thing to perform someone else’s work or just to write something and close…
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
coffee so dark and creamy aquamarine sky a lone crow cries out to me
No matter the election results tonight, tomorrow the sun will rise and children will go to school. We will feed our children and come together in community to support one another. Adult men and women will fall in love and have sex as will men and men, women and women, and a variety of other…