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
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
Life is a waterfall We’re one in the river And one again after the fall Swimming through the void We hear the word We lose ourselves But we find it all…. Cause we are the ones that want to play Always want to go But you never want to stay And we are the ones…
Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
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…