What can I tell you about her? She is bold. When I met her I felt like lightning had struck the chair — I’ve written about suns before, but this woman is full human, full knowledge, full becoming. She strikes when I least expect it, becoming beauty around all of its edges, the tree branch,Continue reading “Perfect Storm”
Category Archives: tree
Slow Love
I. Let’s not listen to music, let the lyrics come on their own. Open the door. Let the birds sing. The ground sweat. You do not always have to be the dancer, alone in the corner, swaying under hanging plants and borrowed words. Do the birds sing of lost love? Do the trees dreamContinue reading “Slow Love”
Letting the Memory Settle
As we skipped rocks at Walden Pond in steady rain, you told me I just needed practice, that my outstretched hand needed to move in one single, continuous motion. You selected each stone with care, inspecting their flatness as if choosing flowers for a date, only to send them off into the gloom, certain ofContinue reading “Letting the Memory Settle”
Trees
My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me. These elements of control have never been my friend. Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”
Riverside Park
Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”
Central Park
And then, you remember: under every leaf and tree, beneath every bit of skin within every life on Earth there is what we call Love. April 23, 2016
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Grief
I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016
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We are all just golden leaves; We are all just fallen petals. thinking back to fall on this post-blizzard day…happy Sunday! xo
Reaching Joy 