Sometimes it Hurts to Grow
It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...
Finding My Way Back
I was in motion before I even began created from and by a compilation and accumulation of intersecting moments of connection that birthed...
Night Bathing
Right outside my window a rain of birdsong rushes in - chickadees chatting, warblers whistling, blue jays commanding and robins...
Coming Back to Me
I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...
To All The Slam Poets
Thank you to all the Slam Poets out there who revitalized me with their distinct rhythm of percussive truths. Who punctuated words with...
Belonging
Up above the loose lilac light slips through the silver-stretched clouds slumbering across the day’s dimming sky. And here down below I...
A New Way of Writing, A Different Way of Relating
(*Bringing Inner Relationship Focusing to the writing process) Don’t charge towards the center in a single, breathless blur. Instead,...
Here with Her
In my dreams, I watched as he turned away and the feel of his hand against mine had begun to fade. I awoke to the imprint of loss upon my...
Paint me
Paint me boldly in shades of curiosity and deepening hues of becoming. Paint my lips the color of dare-me red and dress me in a gown of...
No Before Yes
I spent most of yesterday ruminating on why the word "no" is so freakin' challenging for me to say. Then, a subtle and surprising insight...
