THE FIRST DEATH
Corunna, MI. 1951. Living just outside of town, surrounded by fields and big sky, an old barn, and the vast green in front of this old farm house that made me feel small, smaller than the 3 years of...
View Articlethe way it was when it was someone else’s way it was
Beat’s and rhythms, all those places All those places in the changing structure Of the places I’ve been in the steady heart beat of that steady heart beat that kept me alive through some of those...
View Articleremembering what needed remembering
The path home is so unlike the path through the trees and ferns, the intense voice of green calling up all and every bit of lush and bloom. Up and out for Spring’s few weeks of rising in her Northern...
View Articlethe getting easier in the getting older
In the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older In the way the mind gives to forgetting In the aches that rise from how the body gets used over time and over time again In how the ‘getting easier’ in...
View ArticleSUMMER SOLSTICE
Happy Summer Solstice. The longest Day of light and the shortest night. The cycle, the pattern of information that this invites. The way the days expand with sunlight and the night gives way to this...
View ArticleBACK TO THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
Resting back in the Center of me. Settling into my breath Letting the wholeness fill me up The Universe is unfolding ~~~~~~ History makes her weaving ways into my present. Suckles on my fears and...
View Articlewhen the storm comes
How hard it rains outside from the clouds split wide open The gutted sky spills the torrent of storm no longer containable No quiet in the thunder with all those jags of brilliance Making hard shadows...
View Articlea way of living easy
There’s a way The direction doesn’t matter While the heart takes the steps Pulsing with the beat of the land on that worn footpath not noticed With all those wild earthy scents and the way the...
View Articlemaking truth up as you go along
Do you find yourself in this ramble? Truth has many faces. In the, is anything of truth? Relative in the vortex of imagination’s prism landscape Of how the spiral of her vision Makes way into the...
View Article‘W’
W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W W Wheeeww why wallow in the whine when a wee wisp of wine will...
View Articleit’s every other days these days..
Setting sun on a Blue Moon rising It’s every other day these days when days blend into each other in the other way the mind plays out the way of the dance of age as it weaves a little faster, a little...
View Articleallowances
I think this is the longest I’ve gone with out laying out a post in the last two years. Not for laziness. I’m shifting. Moving my inner workings about. Re-calibrating. Pondering next steps. Anyone...
View Articledrink freely from life’s giving
I ‘stole’ this line from from Abbey of the Arts, Christine Valters Paintner. www.abbeyofthearts.com The original sentence is this; “Drink freely from the life you have been given.” I made it ‘mine’...
View ArticleMOTHER EARTH EVOLVING in the always All Ways
yesterday, I was reminded that I joined/choose here for ‘The ride’. the Mothership is ready to shift her cloak. How easy I make it about me in the so not about me in the everlasting. There is a...
View ArticleBE HAIR NOW.. haiku
Hi ya everyone. I have been off writing this novel I started in 2007. I like it and it called to me back again. Novels are crazy things to write. Getting the story out, and not over editing the...
View ArticleQuestions and Questions and Questions in the Divine story of All things.
Do you want to be found? Is it about being lost? being lonely being ‘seen’ being heard feeling love dying alone living alone being touched? Where will we find you? Does God, or Goddess, or Spirit...
View ArticleThe Midnight Sea Sees
Midnight lays over the wide sea All is vast in the deep of night A surround of above and below The Milky Way glimmers it’s light A quiet unlike any is known Barely a breeze lifts the sails The is...
View ArticleIt’s Not Permanent Like This
It’s not permanent like this. It doesn’t matter what it looks like. Or how it gets viewed or felt, or smelt. Certainly not the perceptions invoked In the passing reality of it’s visual. That you...
View ArticleFIVE CARDS
Five cards bring the rise to rightness The Jacks lead the way The deal is in the differences No deal in the rules of this play Play had its opportunity for giggles and some jest Judgement reared...
View ArticleMy Soul says “Yes”
My Soul say ‘Yes’ Heart wakes to the rise The call to listen Listen deep touch deep Feel deep Deep down In below the surfaces Out into the way beyond Of the way between spaces Of the fathomless of...
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