Dear Loves, So many of us are deeply troubled and frightened by our current political climate. Manifestations of our lower selves are not only more visible, but condoned, even celebrated. I also find myself curious about what would it be like to suffer an even more limited human existence than the one I inhabit. One where … More Dear Loves
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
Some Fill With Each Good Rain By Hafiz There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, others are far too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond … More Some Fill With Each Good Rain, poem by Hafiz
Crafted at Writing Woman: An Embodied Creative Writing and Ritual Experience led by poet & wise woman Elana Bell. This piece was inspired by Lucille Clifton. Image by Antonio Paramo My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows. Rounded mounds. Soft, pliable. It contains the … More Homage to My Belly, a poem