The truth is, sometimes I think staying by the ocean is wise because when the world gets sicker, I can swim out into the sea and let her take me. It's a plan that allows me to know I can escape, I can leave, be free. The ocean will envelop me and I will return... Continue Reading →
Grief is the empress of all feeling.For it is she who draws us to depths never known before.She summons us to the warm veil we've lived behind for who knows how long,And secures us in this residing place without knowledge of the next.Grief promises to transform us,For a heart that has broken many times learns... Continue Reading →
I want to stay smaller than the trees.These ancient ancestors that have kept growing beyond what we'll ever see in a lifetime.Resting against its base, the redwood reverberates wisdom of slow, of pause, into my spine, my sacrum.It knows, remembers, through the roots that connect to past generations of its elders.Somehow in human history, we... Continue Reading →
There are many ways to be an activist for human dignity.Being on the front lines, using voice and body to proclaim justice, is one way.Even using our power to destroy, to release ancient anger and grief, is a way.Though it can be called violence, Know that trying to repress these voices and acts is violence,... Continue Reading →
There he is again.Kneeling on the hard, grey cement that has been traversed by who knows how many feet.His hands outstretched, eyes searching.As hundreds, no thousands, of people whiz by.His pace. Still.Being here is his job, his survival.The others barely notice.If they do, it is with a quick glance, only causing them to increase their... Continue Reading →
I wonder what it would’ve been like if it was a black cop who killed a white man.And what would happen if charges weren’t flexed based on the presentation of the offender.I wonder what would change if we healed from the chronic illness of them instead of us.Or if the dynamics of hierarchical divisiveness embedded... Continue Reading →
Our hands come from our mothers and grandmothers.Whether worn or soft,They speak of the lives they were granted and the rights that they fought for.The creases in our skin tell stories in fading lines,Hands reaching out in offering,Pulling closer to hold, protect.And as we walk in our lives,Our backs, shoulders, are warmed by gentle, sturdy... Continue Reading →
As my grandmother continues to transition from form to not,I feel inducted into the perspective of interconnection.Somehow, as I write and remember her,So many beautiful faces surface in mind of living human family.My mother said when her mother died that she became an orphan.But can one ever truly be motherless?We have all traveled here by... Continue Reading →
What will it take to claim your life?To remember that right now,You are still alive.Still breathing.And what will finally allow you to give it all away?For new visions only ever birth from emptiness.And what, dear love, are you taking for granted right now?Recognize it soon, send it sweet prayers,For like everything, it will one day... Continue Reading →
Inspired while dancing the 5Rhythms, teaching us how to show up fully in this time.... When you crawl deeper into the chaos, You feel nauseous. An impulse to throw up - toss away, this overwhelming uncertainty. But like any storm, Impact will be minimized with relaxation. Turning into a rag doll that is shaped by... Continue Reading →
you are whole, complete, and perfect. 