The water, cold and salty, was suddenly washing over me – feet first then up my legs. I sprang up grabbing towel and iPad, backpack and notebook. My phone was lost to me, I could not see it, I could only hope it wasn’t being carried away. Is the tide going in or out I …
Stagnation. Am I right to say anything that stagnates completely festers. Life reduces down to maybe nothing at all. I am this way. Possibly, we are this way. And it is in opposition to what I thought, what I understood from my early absorption of this world. But the truth fills me casting thin and …
I am a mom now and I have to take responsibility for myself. This is not an isolated collection of years of raising my son then returning to myself. Who I was is gone of course. I was young and I was singular. I had not created nor nurtured life as intimately as I am …
March 2023 – Opening up a new journal is such a sacred act for me. Especially this one. I chose it thinking of baby coming soon. It is bright, light green and fresh. It feels a shame to write of this old, recurring pain as the first thing. But maybe it is right. Maybe it …
I was just given the most wonderful dream. It was born of a truth so deep, I am still in awe. A deep truth, the mixing of me and Earth and Sun. Am I being vague and coy with its contents? Delicious, I think I love being coy. I haven’t told anyone I know about …
Truth infiltrates us. If we let it. If when we catch a piece of it, we smile and allow it to pass. Our mind, our cognitive knowing is not its primary entry way. Truth comes from the ground up. Our beings must absorb it; then we might find ourselves living it, knowing it. We try …
I won’t say much now. Maybe I will say more later when more words come, when it is time. I write in a hurry. Scrawling. Rushing. Devolving the deeper I go. I love to write. Why rush? Why haste like it all might get away? My words, the day, myself? I live in haste. A …
The sun is becoming infectious. The type of late summer sun that makes me think of fall. Just a little. Just enough to nudge me outside to loungE and soak and sip and exist. Fall is subtle here down in the deepest south. It doesn’t mean the same thing. Leaves, if they ever fall won’t …