Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
She begins in a color-wheel of pinks and greens. Hummingbirds visit the back porch feeder and the crepe myrtle reaches towards the sky out front. The grass is cut. And the neighbors cut theirs too, the endless race to have a yard that will, please god, stay beautiful for more than 3 days. The clover… Continue reading June and pie.
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
My anger feels like lava constantly churning in my stomach. At any moment the volcano erupts and spews the contents of frustration and rage everywhere. It covers every surface from person to furniture.bThe situation is hardly ever worth the amount of damage.My anger feels like a big oven being fed coal by a constant team… Continue reading A thought on anger
I felt God most here of all the cathedrals I sat and prayed in in 2014. The ancient dust and smoke, the french vesper and smell of incense. The wooden kneelers worn down with care, the echoing marble, tred over by millions, the overwhelming sense of Presence in every corner. The stone with eyes gazing… Continue reading It all falls down
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading Spring
Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl who last year thought she would never know joy again. Well, little Katie, looks like you got your polka dots back. Let’s hear it for loving yourself first, let’s hear it for the darkness we all have to abide to stretch towards the light, let’s hear it for the… Continue reading “Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”