Self Care

Cleansing

The quiet pouring of water
over the cliff simply float-falling cascading freely
soaring my boy is drawn
like a magnet to the waters opening
his mouth hoping to taste the abundant freshness
unaware his boots are filling (more…)

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Inside Me

This morning as the rain begins
its relentless seasonal soaking of the ground
the warm bright light
is left to shine behind the thick lid of clouds

I notice myself shifting from looking
out the window
to looking inside myself
a shift as gentle as waking up (more…)

Quiet. Wisdom. Rising- Night-Time Knowing

As promised, here is my first excerpt from my newly published book, Quiet. Wisdom. Rising. I captured this photograph this past week. My family went backpacking in the Trinity Alps for a few days. We camped at Little Boulder Lake, the second night the reflection of the sunset was extra special. (more…)

Forget-me-not

Of course so many need
you need you to care
for their wounds need you to calm their wild-eyed views need you
to tenderly speak need you
to listen while they weep so many need you
to believe in their goodness their dreams they need
you to remind them to see (more…)

She May Fall

And she falls within her tears
cascading tender curiosity
and honesty driving her down into the abstract
where doubt and shadow may dwell but that is in the past
where she may find answers to today to the burden
welling up she may uncover (more…)

Seeing Differently Challenge- 14 of 15

Let me paint for you just this once
a view twirling circling imagination
and trust where the winds carry
worries off of your shoulders and the hints
of sunlight warming your heart longer where
the softness of redwood needles fold over your head
protecting you guiding you standing watch for you
as the world turns again your breath
can slow your mind can fall quiet your heart
can stop racing and instead beat in silence
you will have time (more…)

Seeing Differently Challenge- 10 of 15

Smooth and wide borrowed
time so little to see it is hard to breathe
but slowly I find the courage to stand
still to allow to open to the winds
and give my lungs what they crave
moisture rich tears sprinkling my face and finally
I am surrounded
with grace (more…)