it is here no need to look further in the sleeping baby in the tree that does not asks for respite from wind unceasing sunlight...

I was tired this morning yearning for the quiet of a few still moments on my couch in mid-morning splendour my sixteen-month old plays...

Many years ago, when I was living in an ashram (monastery) - an extremely fortunate and auspicious destiny - it was the occasion of my...

put curved lines where right angles exist smudge the lines of this world with exquisite wholeness allow the vast immediate to intermingle...

deep in the furrow of my bed my child-self longed to stay in its warm haven but the voice calling up from the bottom of the stairs would...

ebb and flow events in a given day chapters like files in a cabinet from dawn to dusk and toward evening we feel that slow-down surrender...

I spoke to a woman yesterday who expressed her fierce commitment to eroding patriarchy, to eroding male dominance. I am aware of...

the stars above glitter and glance and, driving to my house, I begin to intuit perhaps there is a star for each of us a place we can...

the day’s agenda floating to the back seat two year old listening 8am and all is possible six year old is safely ensconced at his school...

I work as a substitute teacher and it occurred to me recently to write about my adventures in this employment that can sometimes resemble...

as we move through this world as we negotiate our days and our nights can we put down the armament of postural defense can we cease this...

Florida, 2016 She always knew she was a writer. Ever since she was little, she was inexplicably drawn to the written word, the swerve and...

windows open cool breezes are allowed entry neighborhood garden endeavors audible as various machines mow and sculpt mantra playing and...

filigree shadow and light on the wall across the white bookshelf against the pale blue semi-transparent shower curtain the setting sun...

They gathered right by her front door, a large household of bumble bees...Though it had been there for years, a decorative birdhouse...

open the sails as you approach the thin line of distant shore you look back briefly only to reference that which has been left that which...

bloom where you are don’t fill your mind with what-ifs bloom where you are don’t fill your being with second-guesses bloom where you are...

personification of abundance beauty joy and so many other attributes... allow this goddess energy to move through you so you can...

(I was under the impression that I was asked to write a poem about Florida for a publication, so I went ahead and did so. But, it turns...

Several years ago, on Sunday, February 14, 2016, to be exact (Yes, Valentine’s Day!) I took a very special journey to see my ninety year...