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
“How have you been?” he asked. “Empty. You?” “Same.” he replied. After listening for a bit, I realized it’s a different kind of empty. There is the emptiness of mindfully cutting away all the things that have been killing one’s spirit, and allowing the kind of hunger that keeps you feeling alive. This empty is…
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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…
The hardest thing about ending a relationship (or two)(or three…) is finding a place for that person in your life and dealing with their conflict about where to put you in theirs. I have much love in my heart for people. It doesn’t just go away because a relationship has been reconfigured into something else….
Today, I gave birth to my Father I held him close in my arms and kissed his forehead whispering, “I love you so much” and rocking him (so gently) Today, I protected my Father kept him safe, held and fed when He stumbled, I caught him (gentle hearts) Today, I disciplined my Father gave Him…
“Don’t pack whatever is easiest or most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.” ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes she empty and ever emptier as winter closes in around her waits beneath the cold, icy mantle for the truth her beauty…
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…