they chased after
elusive rainbows
thinking the colors–
(the shimmering wonder!)
were outside of them.
one day,
they woke up
and realized they were
light itself
and the game changed.
they did a spiral dance
together
luminous brilliance
(refracted wonderment!)
in an infinite sea of grace
breeze blows in languid summer lying in sunlight leaves fall from Madrona tree
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. Â I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. Â I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. -Aristotle I believe this is true for everything in life; I believe every moment is an act of creation with an infinite number of possible outcomes depending on the choices we make. When I create a piece of…
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
blame is a sour boar piercing the heart with fierce tusks of shame creation craves compassion and the flickering love dance of a gentle heart