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  • Emerald Sweet

    I breathe but I can’t feel you. I soften but creation does not flow. Am I stuck? Or do I just think I am stuck because I am not flying through raw wisps of forestland? It is my choice to… Continue reading

  • Eternal Woman

    This breath that gathers beneath the wings of the eternal woman. It is life. It is fresh orange summer, beyond form. Sisters beyond time, we fall and we fly into the arms of each other with grace. Beautiful women. We… Continue reading

  • Explore

    I’m sitting at a table with one kid beside me, and another kid beside the kid beside me. My kids. Precious and two (although given they are six and three years old— it sometimes feels as though there are ten… Continue reading

  • Grateful

    I’m grateful for beautiful people who shine a light for those wandering the dark. I’m grateful for those wandering the dark. Grateful they are survivors: that they may not know they have won, yet, but they have. And they will… Continue reading

  • Moon Keeper

    She sat upon the third star from the moon and watched as the Moon Keeper lit the brightest night light of them all. Continue reading

  • Wildfire

    I am a wildfire. Where the flames fan wide and the blue ripples split the deep orange stream. I cannot control what is wild and free. I cannot control a wildfire like me. Continue reading

  • Beautiful Day

    I just wanted to tell you: today is going to be a beautiful day. That’s why I’m here, it’s the only reason I have in this moment. To tell you that, today, the sun shines outside and inside. Because I… Continue reading

  • Dreams

    Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now? The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be. And though my heart is full, will I always… Continue reading

  • Sail With Me

    And surely as the river of the sky soothes me, every star of this night will sail with me home. Continue reading

  • They Call Me Love

    Here I am, they call me love. But how can a word hold all of me? This bliss that I am, they try to name. This sweetest dream, this golden life. This warm blue sea, a human wave. These always… Continue reading