Category: Concentrated Quest

Deep Life Questing in Concentrated Form.

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To The Curls of The Birch Bark: 7.22.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/22/17 12:37pm   When all else fails: One Red Branch amongst the green. Oh, right. Yes, of course:  * A large curl of birch bark inside a loving home, I looked upon an hour ago. With curls inside of curls. A proclamation: “I have much to say. I curl in expression of each next Read More …

Eels: 7.20.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/20/17 2:18am I only want to play! I only want to play! I only want to play!  …I was born thinking this could be great, but it seems too much. …A memory of those words sliding through my mind. Little eels swimming through my mind, these ribbons of words that once were present. __________________________________________________________________________________________

Consideration for Calluses: 7.17.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/17/17 8:30pm Today I consider the calluses on my feet. Should I scrape them away when they are produced by the raw power of my power, walking determinately across the varying terrains of my life, regardless of protective footwear? Footwear will not decide the pace or strength of my stride for if I feel Read More …

During Constriction: 7.16.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/16/17 3:35pm My mind can’t think and I wonder what is surrounding my brain in the moments it is squeezed shut without air for new thought; and how the only way to ease the constriction is to write words on a page. Any words at all. The squeezed thoughts: …When we cry in front Read More …

Truth of a Kiss: 7.15.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/15/17  3:37pm I have been covered in kisses for three weekends straight.  Today I have been kissed almost at the exact center of my chest – just touching the spot where the top of my heart lies. It feels perfect, for I love my friend who leaves her lipstick all over me. We like Read More …

Lizard Lessons: 7.13.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/13/17 10:28am I am the lizard girl. I am not too good to sit on hot concrete, under the sun, to wait for the returning bus, after missing my initial stop. No, I will not bemoan a chance to bask in heat and light, squatting unsheltered on crumbled, black, ground and sighing up to Read More …

Praying Unto Magic: 7.12.17

__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/12/17 6:46am It’s more fun to believe in magic. That’s when the beetles come to dance with me. And under every blade of grass is something fantastic to discover.  Stones rise from the dirt to be seen. Wood and root curl, peering through leaves, revealing their playful spirits. And the praying mantis sits beside Read More …

Newness of Always: 7.11.17

7/11/17 6:26am __________________________________________________________________________________________ “The newness of always is jarring, like love, beside us each step, ready for us to turn and face it.” – excerpt from Valentine for March 19th (written February 2015) * Yes, and so, I feel that when we come into new levels in our lives, releasing old habits, and turning a Read More …

Simultaneous: 7.10.17

7/10/17 5:46am ________________________________________________________________________________________ 6/13/08: There was a violin playing and my father. And a hundred heads of people. I forgot that my dress was dirty. And it was the most beautiful moment of my life. * I’m rereading my writings from almost ten years ago. My younger self, speaking without restraint. The simplistic beauty of recording Read More …

The Words As Your Offering: 6.19.17

6/19/17 7pm ________________________________________________________________________________________            ***** I will send you rain and low rumbling thunder to waken you while you lie in a warm room, on soft sheets under the light breeze of a fan and feel that all the world rises up for you. But you cannot stay curled forever.  I Read More …