Roots…
Tiokasin Ghosthorse often speaks of the strength of the Roots of The Forest. He has such a graceful way of saying so much in very few words…
That isn’t always my strong suit
I woke up, this morning, with these thoughts…
Palace of Muse
even the excrement of mass conception can grow the sweetest blossom
Regal
I know how to compartmentalize. Ya know. Take your emotions and stuff them somewhere away from the light… Pretend they Continue reading
The way of the weight of the woman…
So here we are. With the tension of eons of patriarchy stretched almossssssst as far as it can be stretched…
Queen Anne’s Lace
I used to disappear into Queen Anne’s Lace. She held cuourt in the Queendom of the imagination place.
Brew
Every moment we live in, we are our best self and there is always a reachable next…
Listen
I miss the sound of the birds singing, right there on the tree outside my window–when I choose instead, to notice the chainsaw farther off in the distance.
Walls
I have found time and time again that the angry walls are never fortress enough. They are never quite high or thick enough to disappear behInd.
Throw it in the pot
May we compost the shit in our experience, reap the harvest of the vision in the fertile ground we turn and cook the manifestation in the cauldron of our prayerful attention.
