listento your heart beatbeatingbeauty-fullof love listento your breathconnecting to other beingssharing with the windfeeeel it wisperingin your air listento Mother earthnourishing ussupporting usgiving unconditionally.
when we retrieve the poetry of our experiences, we become gatherers. We become storytellers. Moe Clark
I feel like a puzzle I haven’t yet found the pieces but the picture so far is beautiful I get to iron out its creases as time goes; over and over it unfolds and folds back into itself as I find myself collecting my pieces never finishing the puzzle.
Let go. Let go. Let go. Surrender. Your body is heavy as a rock. Sinking into Earth. Breathe. Breathe again. Hard. Let it all out. Let it go. Surrender. Open your heart. Let it heal. Breathe into its healing. Feel the expansion. The blossoming. The spread of wildflowers blazing. Breathe in possibilities. Breathe out all […]
Hello darlings, So much has happened since I last spoke. I spent two weeks visiting my brother and sister; I started conducting workshops for my community development course; I started teaching art classes to elementary school kids; I kept up teaching yoga, practicing yoga, swimming, painting, reading and writing. All the while chaos was unfolding […]
It is a beautiful morning to be alive. I write down goals and intentions every day before starting on anything else. This morning, it came in the form of a poem. Here it is. Intention I am spontaneous I am courageous I take back my power Earth, I flow with Her I am healthy and […]
I wrote this poem when a group of friends and I were working in a food forest together. We slept in what we called “The Big Bed”, usually four of us together but at times we were six. Every night when we settled in for sleep, we individually spent at least 5 minutes arranging our […]
I just wrote this poem. why do I long for that look in your eyes?to feel youto hear you sing the way you do? why is it so hard sometimes?to leave youwhen I know I need to simultaneously why do I revel at the clear blue skies?for infinite possibilitiesdaisies and commonalities seriously I […]
When I was a child – and still to this day – my mother kept a panoply of plants in the house. I didn’t think much of them then; I thought plants were part of a house, like a piece of furniture. That everyone had plants in their house. I watched them flowering dearly and […]
Reinvent yourself.Over and over again.Plant new wildflowersinto your spirit.Set a wildfire inside yourselfand then regrow.Take the wildest thing about youand nurture it till it blossoms.Tend to the sea that residesinside your heartand listen to it’s stormswash you anew. How else will you let goof everythingthat causessuch terrible harm.If you are still living inside the old […]