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. …
Are you my mother? I do not have to ask And I feel the weight of Privilege To be so held, so nourished, Celebrated and cherished By Earlene and by her Mother, Maggie and even By her mother Minerva though I Never met her she meets Me As midwife, herbalist, healer, lover And I hear …
I love this ridiculous life! Especially during the times where I get to feel the low notes course through my being. I appreciate the symphony my heart. I relish bleeding out the past each month as I celebrate my womb. I wholeheartedly eat the junk food and watch the silly shows with my kids. It’s …
(A birthday sketch by Stevan Barfuss) Fire and water, Within elemental eyes And the presence of Ages, She plays with The energies of death And life,like A child in a sandbox. Playing the game, Flowing with pain and the tumult- Staying Open to receive the Blessings of The Mother, she greets All of the living …
The journey called And I answered Stripping Sacred clothing That held me And bound me Naked wildness I danced With feet on earth A child Playing in the woods Learning Magic arts Forest darkness Held me Free To explore my depths Playing Worshipful laughter At the joke That ravished, Tormented Stripped again Bare, Bruised, Raw …
“I’ve enjoyed watching your relationship with you and your husband…” “Haha he’s not my husband…”“Oh, sorry, your partner…” “Well, not really that, either, we’re sort of something else, a new experiment of sorts in sovereign relating…” This morning I am feeling deeply. Appreciation. Honor. The deepest of love. A desire to share the sacrament of …
It’s true I’ve walked through fires I’ve run through my dark inner corridors I’ve jumped not knowing where or how I would land I’ve gotten burned Seen terrors inside myself And found myself shattered at the bottom of the cliff I rise I smile and laugh and cheer us all on My scars invisible yet …
At some point the thought of being exposed becomes less painful than the effort it takes to stay hidden. What is it that I am even protecting? If there was ever anything out of my control it would definitely be other people’s story about me. No accident that in photography the thing being exposed is …
is an important declaration to have understood before the revelation that my heart had to break upwards a little to take in the information that you lit up when I walked in the room unexpectedly that you got excited about the plans we just made that you are thankful for this human And Knowing that …
is a moment of losing presence. It makes life feel pretty high stakes when you can miss so easily and so often. Yet here we all are, in something that feels mostly like a grand, risky experiment. My moment looked something like this: My daughter casually and innocently shared a procedure she got to witness …
