The Story of Matching Tattoos
Day Fifteen A couple months ago Maya arrives on the verandah just after I finish Susan Cain’s new book, Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole. She plops herself …
Practice Makes Practice Not Perfection
Day Fourteen Writing Practice ‘Just return’ I hear Reverend Angel’s voice from the online retreat with Upaya community last weekend. Just return. Simply. Gently. Kindly. Firmly. Return to the breath, …
Reflections on the Queen
Maya messages, “The Queen is dead.” She calls and says someone came up and down the residence floor pounding doors, “The Queen is dead. The Queen is dead.” Felt archaic; …
This Morning
This Morning Inner city roar and crickets split pea soup for breakfast this morning embodying ‘may it be so’ ‘may it be so’ ‘may it be so’ this morning watermelon …
Shadows Calling
A wallop of aloneness, feels more like loneliness. Mind racing. How to get rid of. I tell myself, stay. Stay right here, don’t rid anything. Stay. Feel. Feels like when …
Divine is Change
Divine is Change Scattered and lost in this realm of change; breathing in, breathing out. Octavia Butler’s words ‘God is change’ I hear this as ‘the Divine is change’ Sigh. …
This Day
This Day Maya launching into the world this day, moving into residence, first year university! My heart aches with a deep longing for days dashed by; too fast, too fast …
We Friends
Day Four Writing Practice We Friends. We Friends. full up on chocolate cake and coffee; jokes stuck between lips humming, “Nah. Nah. Nah. That one staying right here.” We friends …
Mood. Goals. Vibes. Delight.
Delight. This morning a large man in slippers walking his cat. When was the last time you saw a middle aged, white man in the middle of a city moving …