a recipe
– written August 24, 2024 ** There is always a hidden face.
between two red lines
“The valley spirit never dies; It is the woman, primal mother.
love what you love
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees
Controlled folly
I am terrified about writing again. Something animal within me shivers violently, back arched and hair bristling.
frequencies of wholeness
“People are deeply nourished by the process of creating wholeness.
Harmonizing the Body Electric
At Willow Monastic Academy, I lead chanting every day. My voice begins to break, cracking from the effort.
Before Completion, Stillness
My gaze often returns to the willow tree in the backyard of the Willow Monastic Academy.
The summer teachers
Following this loose, unfurling structure of a self(soul)-directed masters, I’ve given myself a “summer break” by tasting the sun-soaked madeleine of school-age youth, the familiar stretch and restless boredom of it.
a spider’s weaving
When she crawls under her bed, she finds a dusty sticker collection and an ancient well.
Fragments of Whole Time
“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing