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April 2, 2018

Gazing at the lapping ocean

as the wind makes wild with my hair,

I feel kinky and free.

Stained by dirt and grass,

disheveled by sticky salty air,

I breathe her in.

Her skin becomes my skin

as I stroke her gentle greenery.

Like swallowing the moon

I become pregnant with joy,

cry...

September 23, 2017

Heart-break, inside-out heart break, the kind that turns you inside out with all the organs hanging loose and languid. The kind that feels raw and exposing, yet numbing and surreal at the same time. It’s shock. It’s devastation. It rips everything apart and burns every...

February 20, 2017

Blue-gray mystery rippling beneath the opaque haze.

Waves crashing up against the protruding rock,

creating blasts of sea spray,

and churning white froth in whirls along the water’s edge.

Hawks and seagulls are surfing the storm surge above.

Salty rain drops bead down my ch...

January 31, 2017

Whether you are a believer in God, a believer in science, a naturalist, or an agnostic...one thing many of us will be feeling this year is divine order, and how we are all connected to it inside ourselves, in relationship with each other, and in relationship...

January 23, 2017

The sound of silence,

beneath the surface,

under the snow,

where the dream seeds grow.

Swimming with whales,

and jellyfish too. 

Heart pumping to a different rhythm. 

The slow,

steady, 

crackle, 

of eggshells breaking open on beach sand,

and ancient turtles returning from for...

October 25, 2016

I’ve had paranormal experiences since I was a child and when I was younger they terrified me. I did not understand them. All I saw in the media were horror films about ghosts and aliens that portrayed them as evil attacking monsters, so I began to greatly fear my own e...

August 8, 2016

Wrapped up in you,

baptized by you,

eternally untied and sewn again by you.

I felt betrayed by you,

tricked by faith,

left a jaded fool watching my own house burn down.

Standing sober in the ashes,

I looked to the rising sun,

guarded and with trepidation asking,

Can I trust you...

July 18, 2016

Dense cloak of vapor ghostly galloping through cypress, over ferns and wetting the moss. Misting salt water on redwoods, pine and eucalyptus.

Fog is a cloak between what is seen and unseen, a dank and divine trench coat.

Walk through and enter another dimension, time tra...

June 28, 2016

Redwood reaching skyward with strong, sturdy stamina. A tall teacher full of tales; eons of stories wrapped up in one storyteller.

Rings, rings, and rings telling of impossible crimson things, telling a history unknown, a library of forgotten knowledge coiled in tannic...

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