Stories whispered from the lives of others, my own life, or animate objects full of their own truths.
Watercolor by Allison Kunath A single flower blossoming is enough to start a spring A single drop of rain is enough to start and ocean a single speck of dirt is enough to start a pearl A single sentence written is enough to start a story a single note sung is enough to start a … Continue reading
The Beloved has sent me a gift so that I may know love more fully sometimes that gift is you, and sometimes it is a mirror held up to my eyes asking me to love myself. the Beloved has sent me a gift it is the bird’s song calling up the dawn it is the snow … Continue reading
We talk and press our hands together at our hearts. We see the light… We open. Again and Again. We say. Again and Again. We love. Again and Again. We do nothing. Again and Again. We say for the highest good of all… I hope its not just humanity we speak of I hope the … Continue reading
I want you to be here and in the farthest tomorrows because this moment is every moment. I want you to see that future is but a single choosing and yet it is metered out in every choice we make. I want you to feel you are complete, full and heal from within. I … Continue reading
It was the first day of fall with no difference in seasons at all one languishing into another, blurry seams where the grass only knew the shades of lost dreams. We passed this way too. Saw the dying bougainvillea in final bloom. Dried out trees too thirsty to go on, laid down at the … Continue reading
I am not building I am not chasing I am not hiding I am not erasing I see the waves rising. I feel the leaves falling. I smell the rains of spring. I know the world is turning. I am tightening I am expanding I am here and then I am gone. photo credit: @annajon.es Continue reading
We create our own magic. We CREATE our own magic. We create our own MAGIC. WE CREATE OUR OWN MAGIC. We are all the creators of our own unique lives. Each moment unfolding before us is ours to respond to, to be inside of and shape the outcome by how we choose to be … Continue reading
As Time’s pressed flowers we were bound in her layers of sediment a kind of kept memory the earth wanted forever so that one day as she opened up her secret love affairs slipped out from between the pages of her diary. this one and that… as she heals her history of love is revealed … Continue reading
I dreamt we were wild once I saw us running the steeps We felt the wind, the way it only feels to the free things We knew it’s secret name, and how to call it to us how it came outpacing us and lifting us up and up. We were flying then, the wind pulling … Continue reading
I have bouts of depression. I suffer from depression. I am depressed. I don’t even know how to phrase it anymore. Tonight it bites at my heels, alcohol could sometimes shake it… change it. Now even when drinking I am completely lucid and upset that there is no reprieve from this state. I would never … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 