Walking the Tides God? I lovebeing able to tell youhow much I enjoy our conversationswhen I walk with my sea-hair free…wavy and tangled and just a bit wild,as the heron is wild with an urge to rise on the lift of salted wind. And, I like feeling youwarm on my face,full in the heart,in the…
Thought Spots
When I think back to NYC, I can tell you immediately of my thought spots….places I found over the years where I could be relaxedly me and let my mind roam where it chose, places where my spirit broadened, deepened, stretched, loosened, to allow free passage in and out for the world in my heart….
Blooming again…
The lilies seem to be blooming again, for which I am grateful. There for a while, I had my doubts…but sometimes I think a little break is not a bad thing. Nor is hearing from someone–“Don’t let it go!” I just had to wait a while, that is all. Wait for my heart to begin…
Lágrimas/Tears
Written first in Spanish… Lágrimas Hay ríos de palabras corriendo, cayendo sobre la cosecha de vidas. Son ríos de mil frases, gritos, llantos y esperanzas. Son palabras de deseo, de borrar la neblina de violencia, de opresión, de las fuerzas contra la libertad. Palabras de escribir algo nuevo, palabras de compromiso y la promesa de…
Marking a Decade
In the Whirlwind (written for the community of Saint Francis Xavier, NYC, upon the Tenth Anniversary of September 11th) I am the Love that rises, always rises… I rise with the sun, and I rise with the moon… I rise to draw down like gravity, toward the center, and I rise to set free, loosing…
Three Days Full
After a two-year hiatus filled with colossal adventures, I began a new academic year this past Wednesday. Thanks to subbing for a world culture/geography class, I could begin writing about the experience with traveling 6 or 7 times to Brazil with at least 100 kids; or lunch duty where one tub of applesauce went down…
July, 2011
I have described this past month in many ways to people… Living poetry, transparent freedom, being in the veil–not on one side or the other, but in the midst, standing between, breathing deeply in the astounding place where divinity and humanity touch… I was part of an annual educational project in Leon, Mexico, that worked…
Dear God, It could begin
…so many different ways. I could start with enchiladas, guacamole, agua de jimaica, quesadillas, limonada, té de albahaca… I could start with compañera, friend,quiet sittingbeing, laughingliving free… I could start with roosters, rooftops,rising abovethe poverty of certaintyyouth wanting to serve… But were I to begin a poem for you about these last eleven days, I…
I could have looked it up, but nahhhh
I could have looked it up. I mean c’mon, I am a librarian after all! But sometimes, that’s just not the way to go. Sometimes, learning by my own hand is just what I need. In this case, the need was an Asian dressing to go with a meal I dubbed “Spring roll in a…
The Inspiring Chaos of Adventure
I’d think that by now I might have caught on. Yes, perhaps after a toe across the line of four decades, it would be expected. But nope. The plain fact is adventure brings a bit of chaos along for the ride as well as the grace to forget that part until the next time around….
Consider the Lilies 