poems

bench collapsing mudstone cliffs. slippery weathered stone. wanderlusting coffee- and black- berry bushes. EVERYWHERE nature overflows into EXCESS.

The Retreat: September 2019

Paris I woke up hopeful, light, as if some mysterious presence had visited me during the nearly 12 hours I slept to reassure me that not only can I do this but I can do this well. The way I truly want to do this. To be in each moment, to savor. Sitting at the …

The Marionette

November, 2012 Last week Sunday. Restorative Yoga. One of the first poses. Paschimottanasana. I’m doing this inner brain visualization with tactics I learned from Reiki years ago. Moving my consciousness around, along the top of my brain. Pushing bright light deep into my consciousness . Visioning it swimming under huge silver buckets of clear cool …