I took care of you. When you were stressed or overwhelmed, I comforted you. When you were sad, I held you. When you were angry, I tried to calm you. When you were excited, I went off duty. When you were happy, I let you be you. When you were content, I went to my … More Gymnopedie No.1
It’s a girl! A new baby girl. The parents: Me. The child: Me. Mom: Me. Dad: Me. Who do I want to raise this child to be? What can we teach her? How, also, can we let her be free? Free from fear. Free from limiting beliefs. Free from separation. Free from critique. Open completely … More It’s a Girl
Oh, the distance I have come. Oh, the distance I will go. Continually on the path towards growth. For the past 30 years that growth was imperceptibly slow. Normal rates of maturation that come with age. Once I hit that last exact there was an altered speed beyond my comprehension. Time sped up. Mind slowed … More Call of the Wild
Right hand over left, I begin the internal quest to answer the questions that rest on my lips, on my tongue, on my mind, on my breast. Experiences, emotions, in need of digest. Radically nourished, mind begins to meld, into body, feeling held. Singing softly, mother’s milk. Sipping slowly, get my fill. Supremely safe. Protected, … More Mother, Father, Child
Sometimes, when the conditions are right, and I just sit and notice, my heart breaks wide open at the extraordinary sights. At how incredibly alive this world is; how potent.
Night gives way to an orange line glowing bright. Outside my window, under the velvet mesquite, a fire burns in the sky. A life without bounds gives way to the day. Where dreams are still real but take longer to stay. Red and orange turn to purple and blue. The time between sleep and movement … More Desert Sunrise
The sun shines through the window in the corner of my eye. I blink and awake from a stupor of past and future meaninglessness. I am in and out, in and out. Present, future, present, past, future, present, past. A wind blows by and stirs up the warm smell of pine: present. A thought sails … More 3.30.15