Talking to Moon
Unexpected connection to Moon
Press play to listen to audio of me reading Talkin to Moon… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
Washing Hands
I am a bit OCD about hand washing. Then Covid hit. Ouch. Worse. I’suspect I am not alone. This poem is a nudge nudge wink wink to me and all those as we slowly undo the fear and change the pattern to washing when appropriate.
Washing Dishes
Confession: when I am sad or dealing with intense inner work or big house breakages (no hot water, no water, no internet etc.) washing dishes is the first to go. So this poem is helping me get a new relationship to make it more fun and actually nourishing.
A GIFT AND WINGS
The title says it. The way a particular flower’s thrust from the earth awakens me, connects me to myself, to it, and to spring.
A WOMANS JOY
Supporting a juicy spring.