Flowering

"The sound of salaams rising as waves diminish down in prayer, hoping for some trace of the one whose trace does not appear.If anyone asks you to say who you are, say without hesitation, Soul within soul within soul.There is a pearl diver who does not know how to swim.No matter. Pearls are handed him... Continue Reading →

Journaling with Maulana Rumi

Reading the Maulana's poems grounds me, provides comfort, and also opens doors to contemplation. They are a source of awe, wisdom, and inspiration that ever inform; that centuries after he lived his words are relevant today I find breathtakingly marvelous! I've been wondering: if he lived today, what would come forth? Following the thread from... Continue Reading →

Newsflash

Farmers Say Their Chicks Were Abducted by Bald Eagles! Farmers Josh and Jane Hill of Keep It Simple Farms say that now their chickens are back they don’t need cats. May 14th 2017, a pair of bald eagles abducted Silky and Bo, their young hen and rooster! Turns out the bald eagles had lost their... Continue Reading →

Plotting

He wondered what to grow in the small plot he’d turned over.  It was a pleasant sight, clods of dirt mounded up in tidy squares; he watched worms wriggling as he gulped water, splashed his sweaty face.  The sun had long since burned away all dew, it was on fire. He knew, he would build... Continue Reading →

Becoming

Blue Solar Eagle 8.16.19 Run children, run, From the shackles of tradition From the romance that hangs heavy as a weeping bride’s veil Beaded with diamonds and pearls A noose upon her head, a chain to pull her by her nose, Placed there by mothers and grandmothers All bound to a tradition that they know... Continue Reading →

Grieving Woman

Red Crystal Earth GAP 1.10.19 On a gray boulder she sits. Round as the stones themselves, face weathered with crevices, in her creased robes of gray she blends in with the mound of boulders. “I am Grieving Woman,” she says, “I live in the gray zone, I blend in with shadows, where I carry your... Continue Reading →

Old Face

12.27.16 Shedding Red Serpent Wavespell Once up on a mountain, in a place where fairies blew mist and fog over tree tops on balmy winter days when they wanted to come out unseen to dance and play, there lived Old Face. She looked out from a slope covered in honeysuckle and wild rose at the... Continue Reading →

Fifth Night: Fleshing Bones

White Spectral Dog GAP 12.14.18 This is what I do when the winter spirit curls itself around Snow soaked boots, seeps under wet socks Settles into toes and climbs to give A frigid embrace, chilling me to the bone I hop aboard a boat hewn of frosty crystals with branches of pine and birch for... Continue Reading →

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