Category : Nature

this mermaid is being called,
lulled,
pulled by the ocean.
she sees the emeralds,
the turquoises,
the teals,
and it feels like home.
she aches to dive in,
feel the familiar,
the tide against her flesh,
her hair fan out in the waves.
yet, her gills feel inconsequential,
not quite developed.
or more apt, not quite regrown.
she wants to swim,
to delve deep again.
but she is still too much…human.
but, it’s coming,
her scales,
her surety,
that old knowing,
rebirthed into a greater truth.
it’s coming,
and the ocean will rush to greet her return…


Wednesday, November 9th, 2016 2

cloudsWhat if we were clouds?
Cumulous clouds,
Billowy and full.
All of our hard edges
Softened by the weather
Of life,
Of love.
What if you could fall into me
And I could fall into you?
What if we could hold each other in that gentle space
of the sky?
Above the noise,
The din,
The inconsequential.
What if we let ourselves move
In ways that were natural?
Not dictated on shoulds,
Or thoughts,
Or supposed to be.
What if we took shape
Together?
Me into you,
You into me.
What if we were clouds?


Saturday, March 19th, 2016 0

snow treeBuild a strong root in yourself,
A groundedness that is always there.
Then grow, trust that your foundation will hold you, get stronger.
Let your heart create branches that reach, far out to spread love.
Even in winter, be warm, be sturdy, and love.


Wednesday, February 3rd, 2016 1

diamonds_rsthe heat overtook her as she opened the door to walk the dog, memory flashed with reminders that “it’s the humidity.” the thunder rolled in the distance, rain imminent. it would have to be a quick walk, despite the dog’s urging to go farther. the thick air added more weight to the heaviness she’d been carrying in her chest for months. as the clouds rambled above her head, storm thoughts did the same through her mind. but then…then, a spark, a sparkle. the dew collected on the tender threads of a spider web shimmered like diamonds. and in that moment she knew the storm was passing. the spark would enable a flame to burn the heaviness she’d been carrying too long. and soon, she’d be the diamond.


Tuesday, August 4th, 2015 4

peaches_rsremember when we walked out the door, straight to the peach trees?
how we reached up, grabbing the plumpest of fruits?
when we took a bite, how the sweet juice ran down our chins onto our chests?
the stickiness lingering on our lips as we sucked the nectar out of life…
remember?


Wednesday, July 29th, 2015 2