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Or/and

Or/and

Is an inbreath the call or the answer? Am i touching strength or wonderment? Certainty or shades of complexity? I love what makes us swirl and conjoin, crema and foam, reassurance and challenge. I do my best to live in that midst with all those around me.
Of a sudden

Of a sudden

And of a sudden I found my way down to the quiet water — not broken or overcast, but sunny — and found I had belonged there all along. Were there patches of uncertainty where a hard path veered and fell through the bramble? There were. Were there ropes for...
Ointment

Ointment

My worry, my ointment… To encase a heart in it, as in trementina, must be soothing in its way. But let what is at the center come clear, not be suffocated, not rust through. Let something come into focus, even as so many pixels go dark, as so many echoes die...
Heartbreak in becoming

Heartbreak in becoming

There will always be heartbreak in becoming, in not knowing what sort of summer lies before you, what life, what sort of sorrow you will affix to others as to stems of grass in the morning light. As we in desiring change are welded to ourselves more and more deeply,...
Invitation

Invitation

Invitation to arrive here in this strange skin: Be instantly ready to throw off the caked-on layer that insists you know this all already. Quiet? And danger, in full evidence. Together. The stranger and less recognizable it all feels, the more within reach the...