The words surround me then enter my body. I feel them beating in my muscles, absorbing into my bones. The letters forming words and accompanied by anger infect my blood and run through my veins. My back bends, my eyes…
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Returning to Nature
The words in the printed book explain about the tides. The moon, sun, depth of the water, how narrow channels influence the distance of the tides. Sitting near the moving water I hear the comment, "The temperature is either too…
Routinely Noticing
It’s a short path from my front door to the compost pile. I’ve been walking these few steps for seven years. Every few years the compost will be moved or given a new structure. Most days I need to take…
Vibration of Words
I let the words settle, slowly. The vibration of their energy moves down my throat and into my gut. Of course, I’d like to give voice to the words, to accentuate my anger. Wisdom intervenes and the words are absorbed.…
Dead Wood
It started with the long, hot, dry weather, unusual for the mountains in autumn. It was the drought that came first. Then, the fires. The continued lack of rain combined with human insensitivity ignited a crisis. The physical result included…
Winter Significance
I love the winter ocean. The colors and solitude. Not the quiet because the wind and the waves are accentuated when empty of people. I love the push and pull of the water coming up trying to catch me. The…
Open Debate
As the floor was crumbling beneath me, my words were still vague and distant. Another writer suggested I write with anger. Today, I understand what he meant. For every comment that tells me to ‘be open’ and ‘move on’, well,…
Skin Sick
Slowly, I feel. Like recovering from a flu, an internal sickness, I am beginning to feel alive again. I feel hungry. I feel my skin wanting to move. Slowly. I remind myself. You have been infected with a virus of…
Blank Mystery
I see Blank I see Potential I want to be exact On Blank Empty Pages I want to put my mark Exactly Clearly What I want Then It is sent out And the mystery begins What I mean What I…
Absolute
I watched her reach for the icicle There were so many within her reach He gently said “Don’t take it. Let it be”. She, being young, didn’t understand. I, being older, breathed in her father’s words. She too is one…
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