Om will empty my mind so I can listen. I hear my heart open and flow like a river full of emotion, love, and compassion. I learn to navigate like a life surfer, a wave rider, a mystic of the seas. I can sit and listen to the stories in my bones, and I can hear the...
Reading a book is pure decadence and a gift I’ve given myself. In fact, I bought all the books that were recommended to me over the past years. I’ve kept a good list and now they are stacked on the coffee table. Used, of course, so I can feel the hands and...
It is not cold, far from it, summer holds heat for as long as she can in bright harshness that prickles my skin, sweat trickling down my brow. At times life abruptly brings everything to a pause as if you’d been a run on sentence desperate for a comma, a semi...
I came to the beach to end my wintering Just as the tourist season was coming to a close. I sit here wettened, not by the ocean but the storm passing over. Eventually I had to escape to shelter. The rage wouldn’t let up and finally lightning had to split the sky So...
Little child I was when I first heard the cry, That croak of choked emotion Erupting from the heron taking flight. All she contains, a clay cavern of silence held, Her own cry she feared to utter. Quiet now, hush child. The heron, that solo sailor of the sky, marked...