This is where I show the realness, the rawness, the relationships, the radiance, and the revelation that I experience as I walk through my days. I don’t censor these pages so be aware that content and language might be graphic. The truth of a seed is not the same as the truth of a branch, …
You visited twice while my head was nestled in his shoulder my hand on his chest heart heaving with blessed brokenness. I tasted those verses as they slipped through me experienced, though unrecorded– not lost– absorbed in full presence by the hair and skin under my fingers.
Sacred leaves pounded for days in the rain forest lovingly compounded into a form that seeps beyond membranes into the stream of blood and consciousness teaching and leaching transforming the deadness. How can I be so far from my vessel and also this much inside it?
To be with something as it is without measuring it wondering worshipping is a fun new kind of game.
I clumsily bump the door open with loaded arms hearing your voice before I see your face and the air in my chest is caught for a moment at your ever-changing wildness and my ever growing delight I don’t need this and so I cherish it and the lighter I hold you the heavier the …
Sneezes Chortles Sleepy sighs Sexy tears Tired eyes Toddler hugs Teenage shrugs Licked plates Altered states Violins And banjos in a different way Poetry that skips a rhyme Solo time
Eggs and toast and something sweet It’s mostly what there is to eat At this nest of harmony All the trauma parts he’ll treat While Xoch holds a hand or rubs their feet. This poem’s as cheesy as the swiss Melted over the scrumptious bliss That nourishes guests who come and see The loving field …
Alone time. I used to fear it but now I cherish it. Part of what helped me shift was recognizing that I often felt most lonely in a crowd, in my big family growing up, and big events. And also realizing that there’s a level of loneliness we just have to make peace with. Nobody …
Feeling deeply inspired by my children tonight. Little, little boy. Delight of our hearts. His name means “Given to God” and it’s proof that all that is consecrated returns to us hundredfold. I came home Friday morning to him scrubbing the art counter with fervor and thoroughness. Using all the kinds of soaps and rags. …
I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with this person and then it spills over into being even more in love with all the people and things! It’s so fun to go clothes shopping and laugh with delight at my chubby belly and jiggly thighs and then absolutely buy the crop top and shorty …
80’s Band sings from the morning big hair Sitting in a green velvet chair Wearing that thinking look in the pauses Between pulls of sweet herbal pipe smoke The sounds of Birdsong and nailguns Compete then mysteriously complete each other as they dance through the open window Church bells at every quarter round out the …
