A visit to your holiday porch….

Stopping by with the handwritten card that I dream to leave beside your door with a fragrant little bundle of rosemary, eucalyptus and pine wrapped in barn red raffia and maybe some good chocolate and a small tin of tea. I’d have smiled affectionate as I penned your name on envelope, giddy that I got…

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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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