It smells like birthday candles in my living room, Burnt wax and a single stream of rising smoke. My youngest son has blown out the small flame dedicated To our ancestors, a request for blessings and an expression of gratitude, His little voice murmured wishes and sweet incantations, I overhead I wish you were still…
Net worth and bottom lines, Paid off houses, and money under the mattress. Financial security, He held two jobs, His son can barely hold one. They don’t speak Spanish in the home anymore, The grandchildren went to college and grad schools, And seem to be happily married. My father spent all the money on drugs,…
There are oceans and valleys and peaks and rivers And lands on fire. Under our breastbone, there, flames and ripples and caverns of Pain. Shoved and crammed and multiplied, I touch it but it hurts, Smarts, Burns my fingertips. It bubbled up recently, my lips aflame, My mind nimble and quick to destroy, To avenge….
For they have always dominated what they have feared. Myself included, the ticker truly is after those seeds were planted, And watered, and rooted, Little spiny, barbed and buried things in my heart, They need not whisper such horrors in my ear any longer, I had a whole internal system to do the same. A…
To all the mamas and papas and in between who parent with love and adoration children who have been given a disability (visible or invisible), I see you and you are not alone, even though the world would often have it be so. I used to be better at rest, I have wondered where the…
I have given them what they asked of me, I have sat in classrooms, raised my hand ( not too much or too many times, just enough to show my curiosity, a safe distance from the flame in my belly as to not scare off) I Listened well, hunched my shoulders and kept my purity…
Sacred honoring of your own creative way of being. Of leading. Of serving the world. To gaze at this calling with deep knowing and respect that is not and does not have to be like others. Stay curious about giving yourself the ultimate radical permission to see, create, develop in your way.
What have I come for? My feet have hit many a textured ground, I told you we have been tired by this life, with it’s schedules and it’s consumption. Are we both perfected in our acceptance or are we doomed? Perhaps a mixture of both, swirled and besotten. A woman that says no thank you,…
Effectiveness: A beautiful skill of self knowing, effectiveness asks us to be present in getting our needs met. To skim the surface and give a little taste, effectiveness (not to be confused or misunderstood with the harmful, consequential demands of constantly being productive or highly efficient) invites us to not assume that others know our…
To the star sparkle shine, the artists, the dwellers, the mystics. To those that tried, even though it got fumbled and tangled. For a minute, for a second, I thought it wasteful to step into my own skin–you worked hard, albeit blundered-to thrust me into more. Silly child, the whispers came, will you make it…