A huger of the mind, a huger of the soul– “find that out about your surroundings” who is who? I have a friend who does both– take care of yourself, I need to connect on that deeper level I am grateful to have found a match, to find when I am not looking, to singContinue reading “Hugs”
Category Archives: soul
Stories
Waves of story – that is an emotional life… trauma informed you have to mentally be still, learn to see the busyness in your body, in your mind, practice often, even though it isn’t fair you were born into a god damned patriarchal, capitalistic, racist, classist, sexist, homophobic society that favors my white Latina skin,Continue reading “Stories”
On being human
Originally posted on Free Write:
Consider that we may not be so decadent as chocolates, But souls wrapped in warm rice paper.
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
While Walking
A division in the concrete warrants a bruised knee, some pep in the step, perhaps a quick jump-and-skip; you never want to break your leg but you go on, hoping for the best… Luck was never with me. Luck was always with a friend. And I was neither friend nor foe– what does thatContinue reading “While Walking”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Pen and Paper
The connection of paper on pen makes me want to believe again in life, in love. If two souls can touch so silently and still leave such a mark, what is to come of us, my dear? I can deny fate like sinners laugh at God; I can wake at dawn and seeContinue reading “Pen and Paper”
My Mind
At times, I feel nervous– nervous that it is stronger than me. * It can make any situation into a problem, labeling itself a “worry wart” (and who would ever want to be a wart?) this is my fear: * It will change my relationships it will tarnish my career it will make all the beautyContinue reading “My Mind”
Come Meet Me
Come meet me, and all the other voices that live inside your head. …… I am no more. ….. You will listen and listen and listen but you will create no more. …. You can write about fear You can look at it straight in the face … Your ability to heal is profound. ..Continue reading “Come Meet Me”
Reaching Joy 