I dreamt of my sweet girl again She comes so often This time before sunrise, 35 weeks after I told her goodbye * Last night she was settled in my …
Being Human poetryto be held
Being Human poetryTemperance
Oh life. How you break my heart. The love that aches. The auntie who watches her husband disappear. This mother that longs to hold her child. The friendships that are …
Being Human poetry Wisdom TeachingsEntrance
*written December 29th, 2001 for Ruka Sage my sweet beautiful girl my life my flesh my blood and i brought you into this world – so sudden feeling like a …
Being Human poetry Wisdom TeachingsA Most Particular Devotion or fourteen weeks and five days
A particular devotion that shall never be known again. The service of holding and tending must be rewritten to exist without form. Daily offerings that were at times met with …
poetryLotus Bend
Sitting at a higher vantage point I catch the light of the day turn to night, and then the dark return to dawn. Attention is brighter from this place above my …
Being Human poetryA Plan of Self-Soothing OR How I hold myself in the seat
Moving through the facets of my love there is no other option than grief. The dimensionality of this heart’s breath is so vast that the inevitability of its holding cannot …
Being Human poetryFeather
You are a feather. You are free. You are a symphony. You are a symphony. I felt the resting of your featherweight love upon my chest. My heart. You are …
Being Human poetryWaning
There were once words. A comfortable stringing together to make sense of what would otherwise be too chaotic. Over time a loss of these little stitches that thread comfort. A …
poetryMapmaking
I happened upon a map making process to the sanctuary that is my heart. An undertaking rather arduous, holy, and tender. The craft is one that requires humbling revisions to …
Being Human poetryResistance No More
I am not an untended house. Not a place of dreams that will sit and wither. Not something for later. Or one day. I am not a project. Not a …