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Discovering/rediscovering/uncovering/exploring the beauty way of life through words and images and sounds.

The Cubs and Not Knowing

108 years. Auspicious for any of us that may know the connection in spiritual circles. 108 years since the Cubs won a World Series Championship. There’s been a curse and years of drought. My grandmother was a die-hard Cubbies fan. … Continue reading

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This is the revolution; who IS slicing the sweet potato and a list

The revolution is being televised and social media’d and interneted. A new lexicon. Arising – A  reinvention. Racism, white privilege, feminism, spiritual practice, the spectrum of sexuality and gender. Where does writing and connecting with the creative fit in? Mentioning death: some … Continue reading

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on the wind; in the air

  Hummingbird called me awake this morning. On the wind, in the air. Intimate voices. Self-inflicted wound/fatal. Moving in all directions at the same time. A storm between the temples. “No martyr’s cause has ever been stilled by his assassin’s … Continue reading

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Body as Lineage

Born, I am not worthy. I must pray to have the stain removed. Questioning, they turn their backs. I walk away. Search. I search for: value, self-acceptance, non-invisibility/to be seen. Ease within my own body. To be heard. I am … Continue reading

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Shear (ness)

Shear. Clarity. There’s a transparency. A certain wisp of your breath. Felt. Intimate. I alight. There is healing going on. A healing. I am healed. Wiped anew. They are forgiven. Discovered agency. A pressure in the womb. The history of … Continue reading

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A Great Intimacy

New bird songs, un-named, sing to me. The wooden windmill spins a reply. Emerging tulips’ imminent growth. Grief shows itself in the bones. The wooden windmill spins a reply. Adobe colored dirt lines the undercarriage. Grief shows itself in the … Continue reading

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as things are

So much. So many things. Situations. A herstory. A discovery. Roses. Things found. Love. Mysteries unveiled. The veil removed/ Not completely/ but not opaque. Any longer. A gentle hand held to the cheek. mine. Humans gliding on frozen water and the … Continue reading

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the “up-tos” of this mercury flight

                                                                                         no veil A busy month for sure. Here we are in the last week of the first month of a new year. Fairly jam-packed so, I think listing is the most concise and accurate. Writing class: sit/walk/write with Natalie … Continue reading

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Things heard & read

                                                    dragon sky bird “If only people could perceive the mystery in all life, down to the smallest thing, and open themselves to it instead of taking it for granted. If only they could reverse its abundance which is undividedly … Continue reading

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And then there’s the rest of your life. And mine. Ours. Now: I can’t  seem to draw myself into a conclusion. The direction is, synchronize body and mind to bring yourself into the present moment. There is space. And there … Continue reading

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