two crows fly over
tree that is still holding on
to her summer skirt
May the fruits of summer keep you fed this winter, dear reader.
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
The other day in yoga I was in “Happy Baby” pose and suddenly I felt very small. And vulnerable. I found myself saying, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m sorry that you were hurt. I’m sorry that you were lied to. I’m sorry that has made it hard for you to trust people.” I started crying as…
It has always been so hard for me to believe that I’m truly wanted anywhere. So hard for me be believe people actually loved me. I’ve always left a bag packed inside my heart. Never allowed myself to settle in. Never believed it would last. (indeed, it never did) Today, I’m going to unpack. Today,…
her broken wings find reparation cage door ajar the songbird finds her song in the last whispers of winter
your room of starshine wonder I see you a d r i f t on a sea of buttercups floating with milky clouds. I see you lost in dewdrops your eyes following the W I N D I see you In your room of starshine wonder without walls or eyes. F r e e, r…
Thanksgiving Day early: falling snow delicious coffee meditation breakfast with my babies making a mini movie working out later: fabulous friends laughter and more laughter an abundance of food and wine meta practice for lovingkindness an oddly slotted quail new faces to love learning to crack walnuts with my hands Ripley’s Believe it or Not…