Category Archive: Poetry and Prose

Inventing in the Open Spaces

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Sometimes this suffering is caused by expecting things to be different than they are. By thinking if something goes wrong that something is wrong. Wrong is normal. Accepting this is a strange kind… Read More

A Mama Day Blessing for All Kinds of Mothering

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A Mama Day Blessing This day we honor and celebrate the women who have given life to us, the women who give life to ideas, the women who died giving life, the women… Read More

My Life is Not Mine

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Dear One, This morning with sun pouring through my windows and my cup of coffee made perfect by my love I am thinking of you. Of us. At human being-ness. I sit in… Read More

Lick the fire. You don’t have to trust the process.

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You don’t have to trust the process. You just have to keep moving forward through the fear. If we had certainty, if we could control the outcome the risk wouldn’t be there and… Read More

Succor

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Bright Lady give us succor. We are sore in need of your honeyed dispensation hold us in your great lap of love and let us rest a while as you tend our tattered… Read More

Let the morning in

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Let the morning in. Say yes to what it has to tell you. Open your heart to hearing that which you have always known but haven’t been listening to. Yes, this is a… Read More

Incandescent Road – a storycito

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I see a strange light coming from this ragged roadway tonight. I follow the glow out your kitchen window. I walk and walk, listen, sniff the air, and I begin to see. I… Read More

I will not give up. Hear this.

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I will not give up. If I go down, I will not stay down too long. I will not give up on the kind of life I want to create. One were ALIVENESS… Read More

Who Are You Anyway – A Parable from the Red Thread Cafe

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Dear Wild Soul, It is a misty morning here in West Marin. The light is smoke green and you can smell Winter whispering in the grey tones, and Fall calling from the gold… Read More

The Journey Called Her By Name

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And then one very fine morning the journey called her by name. No longer willing to wait for everything to be ‘in order’, or for all the stories to line up so that… Read More

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