On this page are some of my own words, inspired by life, created to inspire life.
Here, you’ll find writing through the below portals of discovery, all soulful, some more spiritual, some experimetnal, some embodied.
Please enjoy.
Evergreen—Spirit between us.
“Through that, I learned even more potently that we are all connected; that spiritual attunement is crucial; that sometimes only time and circumstance reveal why people enter our lives, and why they exit.”
Three poems on mindfulness
“I sit, with unlevel hips, relaxed into a tender, a home, a shanti, an om; / my tongue tart with the bitter after of dark chocolate.”
Pain body, pleasure body.
“How can I claim the pleasure without the pain? It is the pain, or the absence of sensation, that eventually makes sensation, and even pleasure, available for embrace. It is this polarity that is the foundation for life's inherent music.”
The anatomy of a hug
“To love is to live like nothing’s ever happened, / yet everything's occurred; / to live like we've forgotten lifetimes / in this lifetime, and our hearts beat in sync, / giving us more to love. / More time to make love.”
The Origin of Now
“So maybe I am selfish for evolving / past outdated and stricken concepts of we and evolving / to recognize the strength that it takes to be constantly evolving.”
A story on ancestry…
“We are all blood. We are all the river.
We are breath. We are air.
We are ugly. We are beauty.
We are life. We are God. “
To the men who taught me how to cook
“I’m telling you because / you showed me how to stay alive.”
The Leap (part 2)
“My own perception of reality started to widen and deepen and develop alternate and asymmetric pathways that scared me in a way.”
A reflective mini-memoir of the driving forces leading me to Costa Rica, my 7th residency on this planet Earth.
The Leap (part 1)
“How did I get here?”
A reflective mini-memoir of the driving forces leading me to Costa Rica, my 7th residency on this planet Earth.
Shadows and The Wisdom Weaver
A Photo Essay
Thoughts on life, death, and wisdom-weaving. Originally composed in September 2022.
…to allow life and to be blessed by the passage of time.
“Maybe, one day in the future, I will be seated with a soft belly and soft limbs remembering how I played with time when my desire would eat me alive. And I will likely laugh a laugh one laughs when they know themselves too well.”
The Pace of Trust
“She wasn't sure where her intrigue would take her, but as long as she felt willing and able to keep walking, she'd allow herself to find out.”
Storytelling is a dance of multiple flavors
“As for now, I am in practice of conscious storytelling. It requires space from me, and because my heart speaks to me with a new timbre, I cannot ignore the call. “
Blood of this tree
“What does transmutation mean, you ask? […] It is to remain rooted while you die and rise again.”
Another day.
“I can't help but cling to the heat like I'm clinging to mama and the warmth of her heart; at times a gentle radiation of love, at times a fire that obliterates toxicity and purifies matter into love itself, at times a scorching […] that can destroy life. I'm attracted to it all.”