belonging

May you land on holy ground

You drop to the earth, open your palms. It’s either brokenness or the heart’s humility that brought you here, to Earth-bottom. The form is the same, the borders of feeling broken or humble are almost indistinct: pain humbles you and your humbling opens you up to your pain, the world’s pain. There is no longerContinue reading “May you land on holy ground”

Silence as prayer

Untangle the threads of the god-story. These threads have been keeping you knotted up in wrong places, stifling you into submission. And what does it take to be in this body fully with no story? All the shells of false belonging are cracked, all the skins of labels and definitions are shed. Your full surrenderingContinue reading “Silence as prayer”

earthed

I arrived, 26 years ago, folded and compressed, a gasp on my mother’s lips, curiosity on her cheeks, a tiny miracle held on my father’s chest. My birth was planned and calculated, sterile. Brought by morning’s light. I wanted to leave, early on, when hearing the loud turning of this world, the air heavy withContinue reading “earthed”

i change shape daily

the forest changes daily. winter – Her bare bones barely holding. And now, summer, the paths have narrowed in bloom with aliveness. Every morning, the Body of Earth changes a little: not even a second of stagnancy or doubt shadows Her surface. And just like that, our Body too mimics the movement of the EarthContinue reading “i change shape daily”

Him

Morning. Hot tears singe. How many times have I been told to stop crying? It’s not good for the soul, they’d hiss. Fools. Now I want to drown them in these tears. Blazing lava, abundant. Nevermind. I’m lost in your love yet I find neither you nor me. I wonder – the shape of yourContinue reading “Him”

my home hurts

Start packing, we’re leaving next week. I was fourteen when I watched my home shrink and disappear from the round window of a cramped plane. Friends, music band, teachers, family, home, fields, mountains, grandmother, streets, language, dog – all left behind, becoming smaller, and disappearing as I trudged with a heavy suitcase. My face wasContinue reading “my home hurts”