Celebrating the publication of 365 Days of Goddess with a montage video of reading from…
Category: poems
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…
The things I need to flourish are simple:sunshine and the moon,raindrops and wind,long walks through…
Perhaps we are all wild plums
in this now.
Doggedly taking root,
despite stones
and storms…
May we nourish seedsof possibility and joy.May we tend to seeds of connectionand seeds of…
One truth of being humanon this small and glorious earthis that we carry whole worlds…