Why You Listen to Sad Music
This week found me driving to a doctor's appointment, listening to music, when an old beloved song came
Unburdening
I've previously written about the mother scorpion I found in my closet, and her brood of babies, scuttling
Letter to a Thief
I wrestled with this poem. I continue to wrestle with her, and I wrestled with whether or not to publish
Escorting the Driver Home + join me for the next session of Gathering Ourselves
This is much like the red Honda scooter I once drove to cross country practice. It was my brother'
Resolution, First Week of January
January is a month of fresh beginnings, of hope and newness. Holding onto a hope for healing - in whatever
December evening, the first week of Advent
A recent cool Friday night found me visiting a new mother and her newborn daughter in those magical, liminal first
Good Trouble
This poem is for Ron, who made a joke about AFGOs - something I hadn't heard about before,
Unchosen
This November brought me a gift of relief - a day, then several days, then a week without vertigo -
Marriage
One of my daily prayers is, "Open my eyes. Open me eyes so I may see." Like prayer,
Dog is God Spelled Backwards
When I meditate or pray, I love to do so lying down, my body laying on the earth body. And