Spirituality
Porch Time
Yesterday a red-tailed hawkFollowed me home. He knewI had felt alone. These are days to wear softnessOn our skin, to hold ourselves tenderIn hugging hands, with forgiving fingers.These are days
#19: The Young One Speaks Up
I see myself a baby bird, tucked inside a nest. A nest of feathers and twigs and things, a womb of human rest. Buried deep inside the fluff, the fortress
#14 Falling in Love with Myself and Madre Tierra
Mother / Bring / Guide/ Time/ Forgotten/ Ears/ Remember/ Remember. Rooted/ Cornstalk/ Kiss/ Lavender/ Hold/ Myself. Imagine/ Dirt/ Wet/ Warm/ Mycelium/ Reminders. I/ Sweet/ Death/ Teach/ Progeny/ Land/ Trust. Playing/Dominance/Dying/Hiding/Nocturnal/Bear.
#9 Unmarked Trails
Dust of Tucson tumbles weeds separate into one. Silence fills with sound and Emptiness erupts into bloom. Cold wraps arms around warmth; the young and old sit together under mesquite
#8 Words are Everything. Words are Nothing.
To start, always, with a list of contradictions. Counter dictations that have lured my mental minnows. These statements are truth and falsity. I am not my body; I am my
#7 Living Slow: Understanding Death as Life
Death is probably the most divine ritual. The sun, often seen as light, is typically viewed with an opposite: darkness, or death. I want to challenge that notion. In Varanasi,
#6: Learning to Live Slow: A Lesson in Light from India
In Nepal and India, and many other countries I have yet to visit, I learned to take my shoes off before entering a household. The weaving streets of the world
#3: We Are Energy
“You have really great energy,” the check out guy at Trader Joe’s said to me yesterday. “Really?” I laughed. I had been sitting in my car crying five minutes before,
The Answers to Four Questions for New Year 2020
I hold the cup in both hands, my palms lined with little passageways of sweat, of nervousness, of desert warmth and poor circulation. I look at the woman who sits
Are You Ever Scared to Stay?
The Parable of the Palo Verde and the Hummingbird Why do I feel constriction in my chest when I think about staying? I think I feel it because it feels
