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…

When embodied love leaves your grip And the fear that was always underneath the vulnerability of opening feels like too much I can be still. With an upturned crescent moon in the early morning sky And flashes of lightning illuminating…

There is no reprieve in hurting back. Rejecting the pattern that could become me. No need for false refuge of abandoning one’s own heart. Resourced and powerful, fueled by source and Earth, and reverence for all who have committed to…

Under a dark sky in which I know the moon is near My breath begins to cycle again. A time of night in which there is some solace to this ache of the chest. Sleepless and sorrowful until the desert…

I choose to believe in divinity. And I choose a practice of seeing grace in the faces of humankind. In this moment I recognize the power of this vulnerable choice.   A reflection of this seeing in the man I…

Plump drops of freedom. Touching the sacred found only in the deepest surrender.   Witnessing a flowing exquisite river, a love that feeds.   A web that is my sister, my son, my friend. A pulse that floats me when…

Oh, I forgot to look deeply in my beloved’s eyes this morning. I did listen to the early bird’s choir. And I was graced with perfect air kissing my temple; this body I know as home. A wave came and…

It is often the birds who sing me back to God. I move like I have lost her and it hurts the kind of hurt in which I start weaving tales. The stories tell me to run for the fear…