clarity

our lives strewn with every perception we have ever had/each item seemingly detritus/rejected with abandon and uncare/but in reality/each item placed/exactly in the space that it takes up/ready to settle into our landscape/ready to be tossed about by winter storms/or ready to be examined, picked up, moved with care. we choose/what stays or goes/but always…

Musings on Personal Power & Popsicles

This space has been quiet for more than a year. There isn’t much to say, except that it felt tonight like there were words inside of me that wanted to come out. They filled my head as last summer’s tayberries transformed, as if by magic, into popsicles. Most of this past year has been spent…

because it’s the littlest bits

Today she talks non-stop, sits upright in the chair, fairly bounces through her day. this shift inside is like three thousand brightly lit steady burning flames. gratitude tonight is both the largest and the smallest we have talked about yet. it is gratitude for self. it is the release that happens when left completely open…

Gratitude Today:

Cake for breakfast. Breakfast at all. period. Perfectly sharpened pencils. Erasers. Post it notes. Winter afternoons that are almost spring. Brazilian funk. Walks. Wearing neon running shoes out of the house and not giving a damn. Love.