A world without nouns.If we only had verbs..Nothing could be owned ..or denied, signed or questionedOnly..the continuous act of becoming..Perhaps…

I’m back in Week one of The Artists Way the chapter on recovreing a sense of safety. I’ve read these…

I keep meeting brilliant people one-on-one. Sharp. Thoughtful. Full of integrity.Then I watch those same people, in a room together,…

She wears a single silver anklet and carries a small drum beneath her ribs.Every step she takes the little caterpillar…

“You waste a lot of time,” they said,Staring at the small leaf,Or watching and photographing sparrows eating,Or wondering about stupid…

Déjà vu…we know the feeling.. something new feels familiar.And there is..Jamais vu…when the familiar feels foreignSay a word you have…

The grief had settled in my throat.It was the kind that made breathing feel like a hard choice. Beneath it…

Strike the shoulders..bruise the backs.Raise the stickagainst the unafraid …unarmed….future?Let the sirens drown the songs…Let the cameras witness what power…

To know and be that knowing,is to not hold,but be readyto become otherwise.To loosen what we’ve named,Once..to let the light…

I am the woman, smeared in her own asheswho walked through fire and did not ask it to be kind.I…