Show And Hide: Do We Give Up On Coming Together?
Jigsaw pieces are set shapes, defined and clear-edged. People change, expand, contract, and this coming together and apart can be painful and confusing...
On Seeking Enlightenment: Sitting with All Parts of Myself.
Not just the parts I think I like, but also the parts I tend not to like. The parts of me that seek forgiveness. The parts that are angry.
Moments with Her. {poetry}
There were days spent discovering her
And learning all of the parts that make her so magical...
And moments where I doubted my ability to love her properly
The Future Is the Past. {poetry}
I wish to return and close my eyes
This future here I do despise...
We are the aliens to our universe
I wish the day we could reverse...
Sex and the Menopausal Woman: Juicy, Alive and Truly Erotic.
Our habitual ways of relating to others, our self-identity as sexual women... are all up for a profound shift as woman enters the cocoon of the menopause.
The Growing Edge of a Poet.
An editor of my college poetry journal loved this new "depth" poet. He did not realize that I was drowning, and I could barely string words together...
The Truth About My Attachment to Buddha.
As my attachment to Buddha grows and I feel myself becoming more and more inclined to bow before him, I have to wonder, what is it that I’m searching for?
21: They Called You a Hero. {poetry}
The rubble was all around me, I caught my breath as the dust settled, waving the white flag of surrender
Your status of soldier didn't make you a hero
Creativity is Alchemy: Finding the Courage to Claim My Own Space.
It does not matter what budget I have, or what resources I have available to me, creativity will find a way to burst through.
An Ode to the Womb.
If you’d only listen, your womb would share with you how you once convened in temple, or merged with the fertile Earth in conscious consecration.
@2016 Rebelle Society