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I painted iPhone images today. (above, Karen’s sweet finches) Looking through things (words/accumulations/”sounds and phrases that have moved”) me. Leaning into pain. With an ever anticipated (anxiousness?) for moving, OUT. of the pain. Heat/ice/walking/arnica/magnesium. A soothing  helping balm of “this … Continue reading →

  It’s been nearly three and a half months since Lucy left us. A few weeks ago I announced to my partner that I was ready for a new dog. A puppy. So the puppy can get acquainted with our … Continue reading →

After the full moon shining brightly. Glowing inside. Striding/ascending in 5D. What is that? A common language in evolutionary astrology and other areas outside any political arena. DNA filled to the brim and awaiting our approval to awaken to the … Continue reading →

my creative self: creating as expression. giving voice. I am not political. I am not happy about who became the president of the United States. No. And yet, I am effected, whether I like it or not. I have a … Continue reading →

The practice is not knowing. It’s a practice for a reason. I want what I think is right. I want what is best for everyone. I want. I want. I want. Even when I say I’m not attached, willing to accept whatever the outcome, open to … Continue reading →

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 →

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 →

  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 →

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 →

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 →