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 …
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 …
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, …
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 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 …
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 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 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 …
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 …
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 …