Words have not been showing up lately. It’s a laughter that seems to be rising from the canyon. * I thought to look for what felt lost. There was even a moment of great concern. As if a spark of…

I recently learned of a game called yes. Laughter became more available than conversation. There was often an itch before this invitation presented itself. A nagging burden of the addiction to disappointment that comes on the back of the negative….

Breath softens where rock meets sky. Where the clouds become generous prompts for an acceptance of impermanence. Temperate air on skin and the sun’s plenty, can illicit a slight dissipation of loneliness. Crevices and small plateaus in which one may…

Tearing at your own flesh will make blood. Attempting inhibition often creates eruptions. Occasionally it’s a restraint of wild woman anger, but most often a deluge of tears. * Watcher of changing morning light. When in one’s own wound there…

Walk with wisdom Intertwine limbs with the Divine Then sit back upon my own sacred seat * Expanding beyond possibilities Bumping against thresholds Another return to a quiet center  * Liberation becomes an exquisite taste Lessons of nectar No need…

The sun on my face A tiny Buddha laughing Nature becomes me *   Nearby are my friends Javalina and the cats Nothing I must speak * My eyes become wells The slow turning brings the sound That delights my…

My head has often tried to renegotiate what my inner source speaks. Big heart always wanting to lead the way. And ultimately, I am learning that my body does not tell lies.  * Denial in my life is the rejection…

A holy longing to merge with God. That may be all that I was suffering. Yet, I made up so many tales of intricate threads that took me further and further from the remedy. We do that. It can come…

I was curious and with so many prayers. I was fed, and still sometimes I would notice hunger. When paying attention, there was always enough to eat. And enough to keep the delicate balance of intake and exchanges for vitality….

I never needed rescuing, Yet I kept playing the part.   A time of reclamation for a creature who lives in her poems, in the desert, in this beautiful, able body.   “Suck it up, buttercup,” and “tough shit” are…