Tag Archives: spirituality

I ran from my dream – May 30

5.30.2017 I ran from my dream frightened and denying the images of my mortality   body withering skinnier each day the muscles outlined and my lover aware,   that I thought I would have more time, twenty more plenty enough … Continue reading

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mid-lent – March 24

3.24.2017 mid-lent, when ice starts melting water flows and my heart begins to open to movings other than my own.   mid-lent, mid life, mid storm mid desert places of peace begin to emerge out of places I wasn’t looking. … Continue reading

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present – May 19

5.14.2016 he walked across the stage and I missed it busy tapping the video feed.   be present to the moment, the mystics taught us see what is right in front of you.   good lesson.   the good news … Continue reading

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a poem a day – July 21

7.21.2014 a poem a day keeps the insanity away. ————————-

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a door opened – February 28

2.28.2014 a door opened a stair climbed when do we find the way to heaven.   a path blocked a sign missed how far do we fall on the way down.   grace needed more than striving a break a … Continue reading

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celtic bangles – February 23

2.23.2014 celtic bangles plaited through their intricate meanings   of lives and gods woven together, into the tapestry of creation. ————————-

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Indigo truths – August 20

8.20 the dog sleeps with his head against the cellar step door. huffs and the occasional twitch of a foreleg paw telling the story of his inner life. a puppy once again, chasing.   I sleep now with my head … Continue reading

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my garden exists – June 2

6.2 my garden exists for the moment I am working it, beyond which it belongs to itself. roots wriggle, dropped in seeds sprout or decay, all without me.   what comes next is not really mine to claim then, I played … Continue reading

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hard soil, soft soil – May 11

5.11 I was digging in the dirt today. Hoeing out the early grub of weeds In the soft soil it was easy. The hula hoe slipped beneath the surface and plucked them up like old bad done deeds.   The … Continue reading

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soil work – April 30

4.30 First dig in the Spring soil the weeds already deep and clinging.   The hoe rips and claws beneath like a therapist at the mental toil. Uncovering, rooting out and up, until fresh earth awaits ready for the new … Continue reading

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