On Holding and Being Held

I am infinite. My light body held in its fiery hydrogen mass. Here in the weightless womb of oxygenated dusk. Breathing me forward and backward, present in time. I am at ease. Effortlessly arriving with each inhale as I gather and glide the particled golden mass of me. And with each exhale, returning inward to…

Shaping the Spirit Body

I woke to a powerful white moon-glow reaching its long November arms through my bedroom window and far across my bed into the kitchen. Lifting my eyes to the windowsill, I stared out into the field beside my cabin into the fuzzy twilight and strangely found no glowing orb in sight. I shifted my legs…

A Personal Essay on Why I Write

When I was a girl growing up on the coast of North Carolina, I carried around a small Lisa Frank journal with two kittens in a pink converse shoe on the cover. I would sit by the creek that ran in front of our rural family home, boxed in by the railroad tracks and a…

Remember Me Back

If I somehow forget who I am in some sort of tragic remembering accident, sit me outside on a cool October morning to remember me back. Let the wet of the browned and yellowed leaves fall at my feet and re-mother me into time once more. Place offerings of honey water and heart-shaped wild potato…

Becoming Space

I am creating more space for myself to just be, I shared with her when asked my intention for this moment, this season ahead.I want to soften into more space, become space. I repeated the words on the screen in my mind as I hit send, half checking-in to ensure this was in fact something…

Forgive Me

Forgive me. I once struggled to understand. What happens to a body When it’s no longer in the form I’ve been taught to know and tend a body. Forgive me. I’ve since learned That it can live in the wilted bed of morning glories. It can shape-shift from seed to womb to light. It will…

If The River Don’t Rise

If the river don’t rise I’ll come on down the mountain. Show up with all the grit born into my bones From a life of bologna sandwiches angry men and the kindness of neighbors. I know how to show up. I tried my hand at Granny’s potato salad for you. If only you could see…

Allowing the Way

Remember early summer afternoonsGathering honey branches?Carry them forwardin the folds of your light body.A feathered lanternAllowing its wayInto this unknown.Carry themAs they warm the wayOthers have walkedOthers have carried their heavy selvesInto the dark wombTo lie down and listen.

What if the Future is Soft?

Remember that summer that came in so hot.We stripped down and ran to the river every day.We gave up on workin to bathe one another’s tired bodiesBaptize ourselves in the Holy River that runs wide through our mountain valley home.Remember how we gave up on owning our plot to sew our post-pandemic seeds together?20 seconds…