It all began with a parsnip that was in fact an artichoke from Jerusalem – the birthplace also of jesus and god’s other son doubting its edibility. It began with a priest’s daughter, her heightened love of porridge and poetry. It began with slow progress and a dram of hope and too much rain. TwoContinue reading “Finding”
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The body always holds truth
Not all things need to be written but some itch to get out with immediacywishing to remind you of what’s within: the fierce mother lioness in youonly allows strengthened truthand not less. And whatever falls short of that will not sustain its structures after a first storm. You know your body is held by brickContinue reading “The body always holds truth”
MATTER
Matter = Latin materia “substance from which something is made”, wood; mater, Indo-European for origin, source, mother. i think of being snatched my mother’s womb cut forced opening and too much light i remember the last moments of complete silencethe thud of a heart with unwavering regularity the soothing darkness warmthbrewing like seedsprouting the wayin me germinatinga revolution Continue reading “MATTER”
dark blood
Some days the story gets stuck. You pull it, move it, tap it out of youa lack of flow and you’re certain that the sea would dig it out of you but the sea is far today. You bleed dark blood thick as the day you were born. You remember all expansion demands contraction; weContinue reading “dark blood”
Fierce grace
We ready ourselves – sharpening our bones like swords. Strengthening our palms to hold more than we’ve ever held before. We bring our body into a lightness;within this lightness we can move swiftly and love with ease. We expand in a new love that is fierceyet graceful like the love of a lioness protecting herContinue reading “Fierce grace”
Still light
Words from the Winter Solstice 2022. The fire thrives when we tend to it with regularity. It strengthens itself from the spaces, space which might seem like a lacking, or a loss of some sort. But this space in-between is in fact necessary, space that allows for its unfolding. To burn like this requires theContinue reading “Still light”
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*
I make fire and sit before himclose enough to imagine what burning feels like. You see, fire doesn’t just lightit cooks. And my bones crack with the heat: a dialogue with the crackles of his timbered bonessome sort of recognition between us. We are much alike. And he dissolves with forgiveness all those times whenContinue reading “how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*”
For those that love too much: an ending
26 bones, 100 muscles and ligaments; two feet that have arrived. The hair that fell in bunches like tree leaves has grown back. It has taken two years of grief and regrowth. 730 days. 17,520 hours. My body no longer responds to a name, his. My inner dialogue no longer deceives me. In truth, myContinue reading “For those that love too much: an ending”
Plangent
Plangent: striking, resonant. adjective; latin plangere – to strike. Striking the breast in grief, how women grieved. A plânge – romanian – cry, wail. Plan-gent. The throbbing of the human heart, a lover’s knocking at the door. Our bodies respond to the soil. Their life and chemistry changing shape according to the earth below. As ifContinue reading “Plangent”
A light so heavy
We’re all wounded here. And who am I but another wounded one bearing a light so heavy. Who am I but an empty vessel offering to god’s feet. It’s deluded to call ourselves healers, as if our hands can mend brokenness. To think it is us alone that births a breathing soulthat heals a brokenContinue reading “A light so heavy”
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