To Mom and Dad Who have stood and watched patiently as I lay stationary, trying to find a way up. Figuratively. I imagine the two of you like this 29 years ago as I first learned to walk, Standing somewhere close by whispering affirmations and atta' girls but knowing I had to learn how to… Continue reading A prayer for the Sentinels
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From the top of the years
This was written on January 5th of 2018.I am not sure I am any closer to this life that I dream of. But What an interesting moment to look back on, within my sorrow such clarity. "In the quiet moments of my day I often daydream about so much more than I have. I don't… Continue reading From the top of the years
Now and then
April 2018 This is what you do, my pet, when the airplane of your love has gone up in smoke: You land it (maybe) in the best way that you can. You let it rest on the grounds of some open field in the middle of nowhere where all is unrecognizable, including the tremor in… Continue reading Now and then
Persephone rising
She said, you are in the long night now, girl. The sun is far, far away but dawn will break eventually. Hold tight to yourself and outlast the dark. I told her I was hardly holding on to anything, much less myself. She said to keep holding on anyway, to whatever I could find. She… Continue reading Persephone rising
On things pertaining to writers block…
Much of this will not be remembered and that is a blessing. The singularity of this summer has a feeling with no name yet. Only looking backwards will I see what it truly was called, I think. And then I will name it. I do not know if all of our blessings need to be… Continue reading On things pertaining to writers block…
Illumination
These moments of suspended unknowing are grounded as well as up-gazing. I think, who will know more than me in this moment? And then I sit and look at the trees While I look, I hear things the frogs and crickets, the birds singing lullabies and the brush of the wind. Oh yes, I remember… Continue reading Illumination
Welcome it
I cannot say what to do for sure, but when joy in any form comes, welcome it. The pink on the tree, the laughter of your brother, the afternoon bath, the Billie Holiday song that is most needed, clean hair, clean sheets, having someone (somewhere) who makes you giggle while trying to be as quiet… Continue reading Welcome it
Hopeful with grace
I was never an incredibly strong ballerina, but I loved it. It was the moments in my life when I felt strong as well as delicate, a perfect balance of athleticism and art, masculine and feminine. It has always been just want I needed no matter where I was during my day. I do notice… Continue reading Hopeful with grace
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