Still Standing: NYC Skyline and Remembering 9/11.
Still standing like Rocky after all his fights -- battered, bruised, but all heart. Because underneath the steel and concrete, it’s a softy.
Escape by Sea: Shape of Salvation in Watercolor Tones.
I imagined people escaping by sea, from disease and geological cataclysm, and thought of what it must be like to have made it onto a boat.
Lines in the Sand: A Goddess Divided.
So close to the altar of Aphrodite Urania, a goddess cleansed of her Eastern sensuality by the Greek patriarchal lens, afraid of her energy.
Thanks, but I’m Not Coming to Your BBQ!
If I am in a James Aspey kind of mood, I will politely decline the invitation to your BBQ party and we will catch up another day.
Six Months to Numb Your Senses. {poetry}
It wasn’t easy, but six months on, I can safely say that I can now think of my father without the tears rolling uncontrollably.
Patterns That Weave Us Together During Holy Wars.
If we were to focus on the minutia to understand, which I often do, we might see more human-sized patterns in all the wreckage, the carnage.
Roiling Soil & Re-Turning: Honoring Lives Given & Taken.
Release more deeply into what’s truly 'The Matter' in these times. Matter is from Latin 'materia' (substance), and Mater, Mother. Soil.
Our Forgotten Relationship With Planet Earth.
It’s your heart, it’s your gut feeling that knows exactly what to do. Earth lives her meaning, her purpose by instinct. Why don’t you?
Framed in Light: The Radical Identitarian Right.
The headlights illuminated a spiral of fiery brown, twisting dangerously around the interrogating beam, lacing it in a curving question. I wasn’t used to driving, and catching my own hair lit by the headlights of the car behind me filled me with sudden dread. The road was a coiling, dark ...
Family Farewell: A Lovely Way to Die.
This spring, I felt an entirely different emotion when my wife’s Uncle Ralph passed away peacefully in the presence of the family he loved.