The wingspan of a heron is five feet, yet their body in flight lifts reality from its roots, begging us to become wind. And I wrestle with it,but I do as they ask,giving myself to the edges,blanketing my body in trust-to soar along where the river meets the sky, where who I thought I was…
Category: Creative Writing
Emergence
Remember the altar within- layered with silk, pine, fragments of love left, love walking with you, a small fire lit beneath holding the memory of all that brought you into form. Remember sister, daughter, lover, friend.Birthed from grandmother sun into this skin, swallowing itself, spiraling outward brilliant hues of midnight, bluejay, juniper, oak.Shape-shifting chaos into…
Holding You…
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…
You See?
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…
Held Within Womb and Marrow
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…
On Trust and Moving Slow
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…
Flowers for the Unknown…
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…
Prayer for Rest
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…
Meeting All of Me
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…
When I Deeply Listen to Someone
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…