Blogging… The Smallest Things Inspire Me 13 Jun 202029 May 2020 I once visited an Iranian grandmother in her home. She made Turkish coffee in delicate cups, and fed me pumpkin pie and chocolates. “It is always like this, back home,”…
Blogging… Moonlight Shadows 6 Jun 202028 May 2020 I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit that remains in my heart unfolded to hear it. Like…
Blogging… Writer’s Block 28 May 202028 May 2020 I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to be filled. I want to speak of the darkness of…
Blogging… Winter Sun 13 Jan 20207 Nov 2020 Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed my day, and remember that I exist in a physical…
Spirituality Harvest Moon 31 Oct 201922 Jun 2019 Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don't tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want to keep and won't. Do not dare to name the…
Spirituality The Shadow of Truth 15 Aug 201915 Aug 2019 When did my truth become my shadow? When it became a shroud I laid on others like a blanket - "I know who you really are." When I could no longer see…
Spirituality A Summer Storm 11 Jul 20199 Jul 2019 The skies opened in the early evening. I was folding my laundry, neatly; domestically. You should never put a window in the laundry room. Unexpectedly you will have to choose:…
Spirituality Scarlet Stars 9 Jul 201922 Jun 2019 There are two kinds of Knowing. Here is the first: When the marine layer is low, the amber streetlights refract in such a way that the white froth upon the…
Spirituality Ocean Soul 4 Jul 201922 Jun 2019 It was a half-moon last night, waxing. A friend and I went to the beach, to watch the white-tipped waves wash upon the sand. My friend pointed out the stone…
Spirituality Restless 2 Jul 201922 Jun 2019 The winds were wild today. They got inside me, whispering songs of darkness and undergrowth, thorny branches scraping starry skies. Like a fool, I thought of you, and wondered if…
