The forest rests its wet threaded branches with morning dew. Altogether showered and ready for their day. Gauzy golden light held within wet needles. Wrapping itself around sticky branches in warm lemon layers, sheltering you. Toes touch into the thick mud holding you, holding we altogether. To slide and slip and shift our sweaters and…

Paws tossle thick mounds of clay, unearthing possibility. Digging away the dark, burrowing my worthy rabbit body back into its breathing hedge above. A familiar wild, wanting of my soft feathered body as I am of its thick familiar tufts of unruly wild-grass. See, I sing hum in my mothering lullaby, like a tuning fork…

I placed my feet to the cold ground of January. Readied with my lessons from a powerful transitional year. Carrying my intentions and wishes to make manifest, like hand-hewn candles forged in middle Earth, held within womb and marrow through the frosted pitch in winter’s forest and the swollen sun of summer. I was resolute…

Watching a Bluejay dance so gently on a frosted pumpkin rind. I study her feet moving in December’s pace as I follow fluffy white tracks up and around. Patches of green clover, of summer’s fertility, tucked safely within. Just the show of trust in a long-standing partnership I’ve been waiting to witness. All through the…

Went down to the river to watch its shimmer.Sunlight dances in ripples you know.Teasing, as it rests its golden round in the dark. Lifting you as it breathes itself back into center.Again again! We sing out, breast bare, basking in its sensual haze.A warm reprieve from the walking and wailing on unsteady ground, bundled in…

Dear Woman, I know you are tired Of picking up shit, sitting in shit, putting up with shit Swallowing shit and showing up, again and again. Gaslighted into false spaces of rest, into presenting as if it’s all okay. I know that you have run this marathon far past your finish line Panting through these…

I long for you in the scheduled hours of the day. To swim your rivers. Run the hot and cold of you. The soft and supple, determined and wanting. Ride the trails of you. Ripping worn, familiar paths of wild abandon. Without judgement or fear. Can we sit together? All of us. Away from expectation…

There is a subtle light that flickers in tiny orbits in another’s eyes when they’re speaking. You can follow its path up and over and within, to the way back of themselves as they open the doors and nervously pace the halls inside, searching for the right words to say. I’ve set aside the want…

Subtle shifts re-shape the internal baskets carrying so much weight within. Their handles worn from gripping their delicately woven threads so tight. Their insides wet with wisdom, warm with the nectar one is only rewarded after that harrowing journey Through hallowed hallways and well worn reed walls after months of pacing, gripping, filling, emptying… Lavender…

I walked outside to confide the details of my day with the carpenter bees circling my old pine cabin like a big pollen pie. I talk– about screens and confinement and the want to run my animal body ragged Foraging and digging and splitting while sitting and listening and adjusting– eyes to screen, headphones to…