Tiny Monuments

A thirteenth moon rose and set. We communed more intimately a day later from a cemetery I knew as a child. Burial ground of those taken by wars I had learned about in school. A place I tried smoking cigarettes…

Participation

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…

Morning Prayers

I can’t help but notice the Desert Milkweed toppled over by the weight of her own beautiful flowering. Or the clouds so perfect across my very own horizon made more spectacular by the omission of the days first direct light…

Any Morning

Relearning that breath can be a prayer. Not a single word so powerful or reverent. Sunlight illuminating that which is so often overlooked. The beauty of love and relativity. The place that twinkles with suffering. The place one’s heart stays…

Looking at a Path of Intimacy

Looking at a Path of Intimacy

  What is a conscious relationship? What does it feel like to live with passion? Are you in touch with your own energy of the feminine and the masculine? How do you communicate? Are your efforts creating intimacy? Do you…

Seaside Love

Seaside Love

*photo by Monica Woods Seaside Love  (One of) salty purification. Changing of a season returning to quiet joy. Gifted an embodied process. Awakening dormant energy, tides of truth. Perfect data in discovering self. Feminine cycle delivering a goddess as a flowing current. Part of…

Prelude- Yes in Action

Lit up. Continual meeting of edges. Of ego. Witnessing an infantry of defenses met by a cosmic army of helpers. Who will die? The one burdened by a legacy? She who is implicated by an ancestry? Creative action meets acceptance….

Yes in Action

Experiencing tiny bursts of an aliveness saturated with your soul. Waking up to beauty. Lines of perfection on your temple lead to exquisite sensations through every limb. Drinking in the beloved with such concentration is almost too much. Did I…

Witnessing the Dance of Shiva

Witnessing the Dance of Shiva

Witnessing the Dance of Shiva Nataraja. Lord Shiva has been showing up in my life lately. His energy is felt all around and within me: perhaps telling me a great story, as all of the Hindu gods and mythological figures…

Grateful reflections on another year

Grateful reflections on another year

Consciously recognizing the end of a passing year and welcoming a new one is a ritual that I put into practice somewhere along the way. For me it is a sacred act of wakefulness, of contemplation, of growth. In my…