To see and say a giving…

To you,  dear ones, who come ’round and read the words I sometimes write down… it’s been years of kindness, of you bringing the balm that stirred my joy and made my heart feel safe. On this harsh and prickly planet we navigate, how did I receive such a gentle listening shoulder for to process…

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Tell Me Something I can hold

When I married I became a more acceptable thing in the eyes of the religion I ran from. Having a good man take me as his wife was a hall pass in this constricting world, a ticket upgrade that gave me access to better hiding places from the shame I felt dogged by in my…

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Safeheld in the tree that knows me….

(continued from previous post….) I grew up amongst the two trees, feeling the stirrings of them both. The living tree was where I knew joy,  and a peaceable rest that sprung up from feeling safe in the easy just being. I took refuge in these branches most often alone,  when stress and clamor didn’t steal…

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Two trees growing up in the garden…..

I’ve heard it told of two trees growing up in a garden, two filters,  two perspectives,  two ways; one a driven religion to be right and know, to category and label living things. Superiority feels like shelter in this system and it demands that those who eat it’s fruit conform. The second tree is freedom…

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Thank you note to where I am now……

Dear where and how I am just exactly now, (dear reality) I want to welcome you. And apologize for the cold shoulder I’ve turned instead of the warm embrace that I offer now. Honestly I’ve been scared to accept you because you’re a really uncomfortable place for me and it’s habit to dodge and resist…

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