Wild Intimacy

Do you ever wonder why certain sounds call to you? How the sound of a mourning bird makes my ear perk, my head turn, But for you, it may have somehow escaped your knowing. Perhaps, for you, your eye is catching the glimmer of sun reflecting off the metal of the hand rail, While for... Continue Reading →

Reverence: In Honor of MLK Jr.

And I asked her, what inspires you most about him? And she said, his voice, how he spoke out, endlessly, tirelessly, bravely. And she asked me what I thought. And I said, well, I suppose it’s that he saw the possibility of a world that had not yet been created. He stood for a dream,... Continue Reading →

Into Me You See

What I want to know is: Am I worth it? Not worthy. That is not my question. I am worthy, of course, it is my birthright, it is your birthright. Being here in human form made up of the exquisite natural world, We are all brilliant perfection. But what I want to know is as... Continue Reading →

Not Healer. Whole.

In training as a body-based therapist, the term healer tends to surface. Over and over again, I notice myself reject this word, as if it is some kind of hierarchical label - a belief that I could heal you. But, it is my belief, that all of us are already whole. How could we not... Continue Reading →

For Marriage: Union WITH

Two dear friends of mine, beneath a cloth roof held up by beloved friends and manzanita branches, married. In their honor, as per their request, I wrote this for them, inspired by their union: Kiss this truth. The truth of where you’re standing, of the land you stand on, Of the body that stands beside... Continue Reading →

In Honor Of…Death

Dedicated to the grace that may arrive and inform, as death approaches. This, for Deb: As I arrive, I’m keenly aware of the unknown. All I’ve heard is that the fight is over, now it is time for you to die. As I pass over the threshold of your room’s door, I see that since... Continue Reading →

How Can I Call This Home

These words came through me on behalf of the Nisenan people, those indigenous to the lands of the Yuba River. They apply to all land though, that once loved the bare feet of their children who ran across it. How can I call this home. My root begins to drop but hovers just above the... Continue Reading →

Dreaming to Form

I know what it means to have cracked fingers from hard work in healthy soil. I know what it means to do tedious work needed to support strong women birthing goodness into the world through voice, through mind, through body. I know what it means for the heart to break with incoming sorrow, tears shattering... Continue Reading →

Sweet, Gentle Heart

Sweet, gentle heart, I see in my mind’s eye, You are warm and held, Free to release that sight. No need to hold that heaviness alone, Our souls hold hands, Our stories are sewn. This tapestry is bigger than our eyes can gaze, Our minds can hardly conceptualize, The colors ablaze. Stories of our ancestors... Continue Reading →

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