She has walked into the middle of a dance. Leaves pirouette, tumble, twirl, glide… …in silent jubilation to the ground where they shimmy… a tap dance, a chorus line… …a marvel. An invitation.
Be here. Away from the busy world, the trap of your thoughts, the ache of your heart, your disbelief. Within this simple time and place, this verdant space, anything can be unwound. Feel the earth. And let the breeze surround you in lavender-scented possibility. Come, sit in the center, in the womb, that is both
The tide rose without her noticing. She is drowning. In an ocean of voices. Their clashing rhythms crashes over her. Deep. High. Fast. Slow. She imagines a bubble, like a deep-sea diver’s helmet, set squarely upon her broad shoulders. Meant to keep the voices out. To keep her thoughts her own. Her own. The voices
Fear. It’s a big black wall—the holy mother of walls. Fear is viscous. It clings with tenacity. Like a leach, it attaches to my skin, then oozes into my pores. Doesn’t matter how many walls I bust through. Doesn’t matter how hard I shake. Like a recurring nightmare, fear lingers. Meet fear’s children: Rejection
You said all you wanted was a kiss. A simple request, it seemed. But I wondered… …what is a kiss, really? A kiss begins as an inspiration… …a yearning in the mind an ache in the body— —to touch —to taste —to meld —to know you in unique and intimate ways… To know
As you close your eyes to sleep this night, these simple wishes I leave with you… …that a puppy’s joy of life and passion to play live always inside your heart… …that, like a cat, you know you only deserve the best… …that you never stop believing in those things your eyes cannot see… …that
She stands, patient in her vigil. Tending to souls who return from time to time to the plot of ground where their flesh was laid down.
She is me as I would like to be. She speaks to me of challenges and secret motivations. “The key is to begin, it’s good to have goals.” She leads me to the ritual circle. I stand on the virgin ice, unencumbered by usual restrictions. She shows me the curing ritual. In a spasm of
A tree stood alone in the field, limbs twisted, gnarled, barren of life. The sky cackled and spit, flashing blue-white as heavy black clouds hung close to the earth, rumbling in vibrating baritones. Inside the tree trunk an ancient owl closed its eyes. Seconds later— laser quick, razor sharp— lightning bolted, cleanly splitting the tree