Rambling Roads 🏵

  I’ve pulled up roots again    and am drifting,   a dandelion searching    for fertile soil.   I stretch my arms wide,   and close my eyes.   Lean into the billowing wind    and take flight.   Giddy from the height,   I trace backwards flips    in the sky.    Spin butterfly silk    from my belly    to catch me    as I free-fall.   I hitch a ride    on dancing electrons,    Balance tippy toe   on the explosion    of disrupted bonds.   Wherever I go,    there’s only the illusion    of being solid,   I’m just space breathing    into more space.    My skin,    a porous barrier,   allowing me    to bend and flex.   I’m more aware than ever    how random it is,   that only gravity    holds me to ...

An ode to the men in my life “Waves need the shore to crest”   -Mark Nepo Thank you for your broad shoulders and firm stance deep voices sculpted muscles and endearing paunches. The hot stolen glances and electric touch that sends tremors from skin to soul in seconds. The curious turn of a phrase that catches me off guard and jolts me out of my seriousness with a chuckle. Your counter beat liberates me from the sticky web of my mind’s labyrinthine thoughts. You season my words Lighten my journey And deepen my story. How many times have you smoothed the wrinkles in my brow coaxed my clenched fist  to soften and stretch into long, graceful fingers again and let the poison built up like stored fat be suctioned out with a snug hug or laugh. Thank you for your  strength confidence  and compassion that allows me to slap up against your shore so I can rise tall and powerful before I tuck and curl ...

Reborn We come in twos and threes Dragging our bags of sadness behind us Each offering her wounds     to be witnessed         touched             healed. Holding space as we     weep      laugh         dance Kiss the fire with our feet Throw it all in the flame  so we can rise like smoke Reborn. The fire tender Shuffling up to the fire giddy like popcorn I see a familiar lanky shadow flickering against the backdrop of crackling coals. They blink at me playfully as he rakes. Steadily,     slowly,         sensually. I'm in awe of his devoted service    to fire,       to the goddess. A lone man walking softly     among women...  Women  who gather, circling the flame for warmth, for support, shedding ...