waiting [moving day: 1]

this morning i waited for the movers to arrive-- julian-dog pacing amongst the boxes, then flopping dramatically to the floor, every bone connecting and sighing, each furry sigh deeper than the last. saddest of eyes.  they were late--and i started to sigh, offering sad eyes back to julian, who then in her puppy-wisdom placed her …

follow your path

  beyond understanding and the known lies new territory. i shall sojourn there, and meet you, and learn what you have to teach me.  may it be a challenge, a delight, a mundane and ecstatic adventure.  step one. 

love

love wins practice love Practice Good Love  love always Wins 

acknowledge anxiety

i become aware of the infinitude of time and space, of love and grief--and the pressure to live and love and grieve in the ever expanding universe rests with all of her beauty and brawn at the center of my chest.  she is heavy.  at the same time all that is and was and will …

soft. sharp.

hope is a thing with feathers,* but she also have a beak. she can fly, she can bite. come hither my sparrows, my little arrows** remind me that home is where you are. teach me to fly, teach me to die, carry me home or heaven bound. up with me! up with me into the …

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when the refuge you normally seek [silence] becomes a place of [pain] that overwhelms and chokes: like .             .kudzu. .                    .ice. .                           .loneliness. There is a pain …

your privilege is showing, young lady [another installment]

running late, again. my intent is to move quickly past them, offering a kind "excuse me" so i don't bump into her, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. "you're all good, sugar." she says, "naw, wait, you okay baby girl?" surprised, turn and look her in the eyes, "yeah, i'm okay." (lie) "okay, well, …

[anger] when a nice solstice day turns sour

the day began with soft solstice light, tibeten yoga, shimmering tears: a mixture of sadness, & gratitude to be alive. may you move in harmony; may you speak in unison; let our mind be equanimous like in the beginning; let the divinity manifest in your sacred endeavors.  mid-morning, in the longest day: the longing to find union of …

love letters to houston [1]

bayou city, humidity & hurricanes a paradox of oil & green. clutch city, shapely skyline ferociously tenacious. htown, sassy & well read exquisitely caffeinated, spiritual & religious. you have filled me with queso, & craft beer, made me sweat, laugh & cry. you have loved me. and i have loved you to the haters, FYHA. …

misplaced expectations

dear sir, please do not howl at me, as you tool past on your too-small bicycle-- i am not, and do not desire to be your Moon. nor shall i ever be. you look shocked by my exasperated sigh-- by my outburst of "SERIOUSLY?!" what did you expect? keep peddling on your too-small bicycle, sir-- …