My last 24 hours encompassed a journey that included four airplanes, a motorized rickshaw, a large wooden boat and of course my incredibly strong and healthy legs (don’t know what I’d do with out them). And now I find myself surrounded by the sounds of the Peruvian jungle under a breathtaking canopy of stars, far …
Yesterday morning I had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. Harder than most Tuesday mornings. I felt heavy. My legs seemed to teeter a bit underneath me as I moved through my early Tuesday morning motions– trying to wake my sleeping beast. Tuesday and Thursday mornings are a unique experience for me. I …
There are so many pieces of my complex puzzle that are coming together at the moment. So many parts of my multi-faceted transformation process are bubbling up to the surface and begging for acknowledgement. I find it hard to know where this story begins. For years I have danced around the same places– intellectually understanding …
For several years now– too many to count, although it wouldn’t be hard to do, I’ve been silently beating up on myself for not writing. I’ve moved forward in fits and spurts, but they have mostly gone unacknowledged by myself– and somehow I have managed to continue to give myself the consistent message: YOU ARE …
what if instead of armoring up you allowed yourself to soften?
insecurities are rooted in a place that rarely sees the light.
i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus. this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces. a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …
there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments. phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway– letters, lit up like lamp posts along a winding stretch familiar monuments, comforting sentiments, breeding ease– an allowance; cultivating breath …
what happens when you take away your reaction? is there nothing left?
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind. An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …
the edges of myself 