caught in a very in-the-moment riptide of anxiety these past four days– hijacked into a crazy that I detest beyond description… a place of total powerlessness and fear that powerlessness, that acute vulnerability… lessons in awareness and soft underbellies and gentle heartedness toward myself, hard won, people, hard won. I am not so good at… Read More
woke strangled and gasping from a dream of dying today feels both precious and jangled and I do too, I do too. Share This:
the warm yellow light of late day sun through the trees on the ridge new snow on least year’s sumac seed heads bittersweet vines in white pines the scrunch of boots in snow a purple card, here on my desk, reminding me to pause *** I am pausing *** the smell of cinnamon from pumpkin… Read More
it is this day regardless of 5 or 6 it is a day >0 and a day of rain and fog. it is a moment of rain and fog of drips from the roof of birds like graphite sketches high up and moving fast it is a moment of barely green pines and tangled vines… Read More
I run past my edge sometimes, and stumble sometimes, wondering what happened past the edge of what I can handle past what I need past what I want and not in a I AM DOOMED way, just onto the thinner ice that says with an ominous crack, whoa sister, lie down and ground yourself, wide… Read More
I woke from the unexpected nap under a sleeping child, neck bent awkwardly,emotions bent awkwardly a blue I have not been able to shake since waking.* if this were my blue, i would medicate, it is that untenable, that unbearable. it is not even a chocolate blue, or a hoolahoop blue, it is the anti… Read More
yesterday, on my way to meet a friend for coffee I drove past a bare tree, branches filled with sparrows, maybe, maybe not actually sparrows, as i am not a birder but filled with sparrows and one tangle of a nest and I laughed feast or famine, I wondered am I looking at abundance or… Read More
A note on Mindful Writing- mindfulness, to me, is just the deliberate act of being present with witness and awareness. As a writer, I also love the idea of capturing the presentness with the briefest sketches of what I witness, as a way to focus my attention. I invite you to do the same! In… Read More
the sound of voices in the next room, the rise and fall of conversation warmth of the heater turned on under my desk the sound of fingers on keys, and the creak of something as the desk rocks under my arms the hard stool, oh, that sounds bad, the backless chair on which I am… Read More
