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…

So the sun rises again my heart may choose to follow. I can listen for the morning birds make a request of my burdened mind to remember quiet. These hands can open to the sun then gather at my most…

Like a broken bird. No flight available. Only the memory of soaring. Grounded. Disruption of a journey. Still, noticing. Can she ever be wild again? Will she make do in captivity Or is she the more unlikely to adapt? Flying…