When Death Comes
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle pox; when death...
View ArticleDream
My dream of you died today. This dream was made up of childlike innocence and a belief in fairytales carefully concealed in the creases of my being. A dream of forever and growing old together,...
View ArticleNew Dress
Tonight is Christmas Eve and I have a new dress. I love it. The dress is black with interspersed vibrant colors with white. The dress is a Desigual. I bought it at Karma, a boutique downtown in the...
View ArticleRoots before Branches
This beautifully moving song says it all, roots before branches and faith to make them grow. It’s all we need. Very simple and yet extremely powerful. Strong roots keep us grounded and in this...
View ArticleA Cushion for Your Head
Just sit there right now Don’t do a thing Just rest. For your separation from God, From love, Is the hardest work In this World. Let me bring you trays of food And something That you like to Drink....
View ArticleLedge
I’m standing on the ledge looking down. Puzzled. Wondering how I got here. As if I have been sleep walking and awakened and now find myself in the most precarious of situations. This moment is...
View ArticleSantiago
The road seen, then not seen, the hillside hiding then revealing the way you should take, the road dropping away from you as if leaving you to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up, when...
View ArticleGrieving
This road of grieving is not an easy one. I find myself here almost on a daily basis. Sometimes it is fleeting and other times something just takes hold of me and won’t let go and I cry throughout the...
View ArticleIf your goin’ through hell
It’s sometimes funny the things that catch our attention on certain days and at certain times. I heard this song a few weeks ago. I know that it is an old song and I have heard it before, however, on...
View ArticleI love
I went for a walk/run on Easter in the town I grew up in. On this particular day I decided to go to the college campus where I spent a lot of time as a teenager. One of the things that struck me was...
View ArticleFlowers
There are flowers growing in your heart and soul. Tiny blossoms running through your veins. Potential lives inside you. And they burst out of you. Through your lips, hands, eyes or skin, like cracks...
View ArticleHeld Hostage
I for the most part stay out of politics. At this time I do not claim any political party much as I do not claim any religious affiliation. I believe both to be too complicated and of importance to be...
View ArticleSacred Space
I had the extreme privilege and pleasure to spend a day with four beautiful, dynamic, moving women this week at the Pathways Spiritual Sanctuary. This place is truly a sacred space. From the moment I...
View ArticleShe
She was the kind of person that lived without labels, with a brain full of tales and a heart full of fables. Silently slipping through the shadows, passing through lives, taking the arrows. by Kenzie...
View ArticleSweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be...
View ArticleConversation
Recently I have been introduced to the poetry of David Whyte. I think perhaps I was looking over some notes I took from my spiritual class and there was a reference in it about a poem from David Whyte...
View ArticleLet it Be
They sang this song at my daughter’s middle school music program. Right away when they said they were going to sing it I was excited. I love this song and actually had not heard it for a very long...
View ArticleMy Daughter Asleep
Carrying a child, I carry a bundle of sleeping future appearances. I carry my daughter adrift on my shoulder, dreaming her slender dreams and I carry her beneath the window, watching her moon lit palm...
View ArticleDarkness
I have felt the coolness of darkness as it brushed my cheek and tousled my hair. Darkness and I have become ancient friends. When this blanket of darkness first came to me I fought with it. The more I...
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