What Anticipation Has Taught Me— Make sure there is something thatyou wait for in nature. Every year……something that you wait for… (…at least ONE thing………at least!) Learn to enjoy the anticipation…Learn what to look for…and when… Let every year be a rehearsal for the daythat awe ripples through your senses. Where to start,you may ask? … Continue reading
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The End of the Manufactured Human?
The End of the Manufactured Human? What if we showed no shame in showering the earth with whole-bodied adoration? What if we nobly faced the four directions, offered prayers, and felt our place in the center? What if we celebrated life with songs at the slightest urge? What if we didn’t have to shield our … Continue reading
Wondering Why We Left
About six months ago, after about a full year of a very deep dive into my family’s genealogy…tracing many of my maternal lines back to America’s early colonies…I began to ponder on why these people left. Why did so many British, Scottish, and Irish peasants leave their homeland…risk their lives…to arrive in an unknown and … Continue reading
Christmas, 1984 (a poem)
Christmas, 1984 It was the most memorable Christmas,Albeit strange and slightly disturbing. In all honesty,We had taken the orphan, baby alligator skeletonFrom the marshlandBleached bone white by the sun,And brought it home. I wanted to keep it.It’s long, pointed snout Intrigued me. And, at that time, I didn’t know its true fate. She later tied … Continue reading
Tug on This Thread (a poem)
Tug on This Thread The love you didn’t give me……you were never given…The strength you never showed me……you were never shown… The tears you did not wipeas they rolled down my face……just reminded you ofhow you suffered, alone……and that, so should I… The nourishing foodsseemed like a hassle.The songs……you didn’t remember the words… The dreams,you … Continue reading
Wonder Woman Remembers Grandma (a poem)
My Mississippi grandma and her friendshad superpowers.Not the comic strip kind,but the surreal, Southern, storied kind. What made them fantasticalwas how they stood outagainst the sobering backdropof modernity. My grandma taught herself to play the pianoand could play and sing dozens of hymnals by memoryas if the gospel was flowing right through her.Her hands had … Continue reading
The Modern, Manufactured Woman
A rant? A poem? You chose. The modern manufacturing of the detached, disempowered feminine We try to suppress her cycles with birth control pills. We don’t give her space or support to breastfeed. We expect her to be back at work two weeks after birth. We don’t give her space to feel, grieve, express her … Continue reading
Another To Do List
Another To Do List In this one, good life… …if you are able to protect some land. Protect it. Better yet, fall in love with it… Be sentimental about the trees and the plants and the creatures that call it home. Be vulnerable when walking on the land. Let it work on you in mysteriously, … Continue reading
Anatomy of Stillness
anatomy of stillness the moon is yawning and fog hugs the ground as dew gathers at the tips of Everything this Everything glows, silvery the pulse of insects sounds like blood flowing through veins and the earth is cool and moist beneath my feet the stillness reminds me of my center like the eye of … Continue reading
Finding our way home
“Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, The Art of Living Finding our way home I am German. I … Continue reading
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