Anger of the bitter, bristling, exasperated, indignant type. NOT rabid, smoldering, wrathful, or livid. Experiencing the ripe opportunity to sit in my hot blood like a warrior able to meet the fires of purification. There will be rites of…
A return to my beloved is like that familiar reunion with my own soul. This breath can grow full with the scent of deep presence on my skin. It was as if I had been to a land far away….
There is an uncomfortable edge when I do not know, do not have an answer, and am in that vulnerable space of the unknown, without the ability to control the outcome, or even the process. While I have been taught…
Its a time of whipped cream on everything. A time in which my beautiful boy is singing of his body and his soul. Its the time when you can actually feel the season in the desert. A time for pulling…
I keep forgetting myself. Where I can be found is. . . . right here. This body. This woman body. Sitting under a blue sky. A bright yellow sun. Swimming in nobody’s business expecting somebody to save me. As if…
In the ignorance of wanting I forgot to listen. A desire to control, to create as a false sense of safety I did not hear. My gifts became my poison when unwilling to receive. Provocative attempts yet to come as…
Moonrise Romance Desert trails created by adventuresome hearts Set out on a quest for true love Between two risings of the moon. Attempted resurrection of worn out fears Joy too outspoken for defeat Clothes peeled away in the most unusual…
A Love Like This Madly, deeply Stumbling drunk Falling, fallen. A star that brings Luminescence to this full moon Simple understanding With a reverence of cycles. Daily prayers Practices upon these knees Brow kissing Earth For the continuance of Remembering….
[I saw two lovers walking hand in hand. She sparkled under her purple kitten t-shirt and blue beanie. His sentiments were in the swinging of his arms. The bougainvillea similarly made the turquoise post radiate with extra dimension.] Devotion is…
As seen in Elephant Journal 1/2014 When is a yogi “real” or “true”? I am a yoga teacher, and I feel blessings in my bones, see magic before my eyes, smile a lot; I also struggle with comparisons, am unable…
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