Category Archives: Poetry and Prose
Enough
You think You are not enough And so that what you do Is never enough. I think the story “I am not enough” Is a lie. And I am wondering why we, intelligent lovely brave souls that we are would … Continue reading
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I want to live where beauty lives
I want to live where beauty lives I want to sit on her white couches lounging with summer shining in my hair and gardenias in clear glass bowls I want to wear white linen garments loose and woven with care … Continue reading
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Organ of Light
What if the soul was an organ. An organ of light. What if the soul was a prayer wheel spinning in both directions fired by our breath. What if this was the place we were supposed to listen from only … Continue reading
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Last night I dreamed of compassion
I dreamed that compassion was not a regular emotion. Like love or sorrow or hope. I dreamed it was an emotion that God lent to us when were brave enough to love without borders. Sometimes it was like a breath … Continue reading
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Bountiful is a way of being
Bountiful is a way of being. Bountiful is something we choose to be no matter what. Bountiful is a place within that we cultivate over time. We cannot always choose our circumstances. And we cannot always choose our responses in … Continue reading
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Nuestra Senora de La Luna – Part Six
My Joys, It is Sunday morning in Colorado and the sun is spilling over the rockies into my casa and I finally feel some peace. My words and images are pouring themselves onto the pages of my journal like ones … Continue reading
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la mariposa roja – Part Five
make me a fiddle made of light strung in silken chord hollow it out like a bone so it will hum and ring adorn the body of my fiddle with red butterflies. red to remind me of the scar that … Continue reading
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This Terrible Longing: Part Two
In the beginning was the word. The Gospel of John Tonight in her presence…Dr. Estes…after her teaching – we each got a blessing. When it came to my turn – she said just a few sentences: First she made a … Continue reading
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I shall have lived, living.
do we work our whole life to remember the cadence that was ours in heaven? do we rush to meditation only to try so hard to remember how to slow down? to hurry is to lose the preciousness of light, … Continue reading
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My Mother Notices Everything
My mother notices everything. The slick snail crossing the sidewalk in front of us is her friend. The morning has always been her ally or so she made it seem. She spared me the duty of things called chores, and … Continue reading
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