How are you feeling this season? What invitations are you sitting with or between?
Category: poems
This poem was written last week. Today is moving day for our oldest sonand I…
Sometimes we settle inward,tending to hearth and home,the soft spacesof our own being and belonging.Sometimes…
Once I was a seeker,who longed to discover,who sensed the mystery,who tasted magic,who sought the…
Celebrating the publication of 365 Days of Goddess with a montage video of reading from…
If I were new to this earth,I would find violets.I would lie down in the…
Under afternoon sunand wing-shadows,plant anise seedssinking your promises deepinto dark, heavy soil.Kneel by the ephemeral…
I believe that we all have stories and that our lives are poems we live every day. Our stories don’t have to be grand and glorious or broad and sweeping. They can be small and soft and ordinary.
But, for now in the sun,
I let myself feel like a mushroom,
a network of unseen support beneath me
and a great wide sky
of warm possibility above me,
calling me onward.
Ode to April:you arrive with thunder and windand then settle yourselfacross the landwith pink and…