Sunday, August 28, 2011

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Friday, August 26, 2011


 I will find our pretend forest and cling to your branches. Cut me into a million pieces and sew me together into patterns anew. Find shapes where movement ended. Change my story. Pull out pen and pad and write me down. Do you hear her look?
(Dress by Daughters of Simone)


Pulse through me. Pricked and blue. Bleeding you.
Escape to green. Eyes of envy.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Bend with the wind...

What if all our experiences exist to bring us closer to our being? What if all pain was welcomed and felt not necessarily with joy, but with complete fullness? What if we allowed it to be? And felt alone. And felt never alone. 

And we lived. And we survive. 
And we thrive. And so this too shall pass.
And so new doors open and guide us. Into an unknown.
Where new light will fill our souls.
And we will wake. And sleep. And wake. And sleep.
Vanish into space. Feel the full of empty. Allow the reeds to blow. Feel the chill and smile.

Saturday, August 20, 2011


Steam. Slow. Heat.
Deep dark. Forrest of Moss.
Moon dance. In gold.
Friends and lovers-
Celebrate life and breathe in fire.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Morning March...

Playing ready. Act prepared.
Off to walk, and march along.
Singing a song, without an end.
Dazzled to see, but praying it will be.
Listen. Roots of simplicity.
Stand in your mountain.

Monday, August 15, 2011

we feel separately together...


There is always something to be grateful for. In times of pain or suffering we are brought that much closer to our blessings because we are reminded to be grateful for life.
 Travel. See the world. See people. And look inward. We all share the human experience. We all know joy, pain, love, and suffering. We are all connected. Share compassion.