I rinsed the pot. Used my hand to reach in and scrub off the coffee grinds and oils. The water ran cool over my hand and then I felt the water. It swirled around my fingers. It rushed out of…
I rinsed the pot. Used my hand to reach in and scrub off the coffee grinds and oils. The water ran cool over my hand and then I felt the water. It swirled around my fingers. It rushed out of…
I noticed a mama cardinal swoop up to the chain link fence and then hop into the top most part of my over-ambitious rose bush. I looked closer and saw that there was a nest hidden behind the ovate leaves,…
Actually, just a little more on gravity, in a poem. Do not entertain vertigo or hug the mountain. Put your weight away from your instincts and surrender to gravity. Any true journey is harrowing, the arrival exhilarating. It takes style…
This morning as it rains. As I was woken up by what sounded like a weather warning radio. As I was hoping to sleep a bit more. As I found out my half and half has gone bad. As I…
May the words of love reach you and fluster your held self, The way a silhouette of breeze Excites a meadow. When you are touched, May it be the gentleness you desire, Your lover’s hands sending Each caress deep into…
Why am I inspired by the weakest fundamental force? Gravity is how I connect and ground myself. Imagining how my body interacts with it on a cellular level is how I create the centeredness and groundedness to do the type…
She wrote, “I don’t find wind terribly interesting.” I didn’t know how she could say that. I twirled that phrase around and asked myself if I could ever make a claim like that. Not terribly interesting? Wind? This morning when…
Karla McLaren changed my life 7 years ago with a book she wrote called Your Aura and Chakras. The practices she outlined helped me firm up energetic and emotional boundaries that had been weak to non-existent for most of my…
“Modern dance is retrograde. It sees the complex body/mind as a temple to be dwelt in, lived from, revered. It says that any possible spiritual progress must emerge from an unembarrassed body. Thus we are un-Christian. We are not afraid…
I’m puttering around the house, vaguely aware of a perpetual list of things to do. One thing done, another jumps up. Wash clothes, fold towels, walk dog, clean kitchen. I sigh. In between the lists and this breath I see…
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