If you leave a crack in the door of your consciousness for the Muse, She will find you She will bring you her creatures, bad manners, disturb your denial, raid your cookie jar, and reset your default settings, If you are lucky… Visit upcoming events: schoolofintentionalcreativity.org Join me for a free community call? Respond in…
Are you worn out with asking for what you want? Do you wonder what you might be ‘getting wrong’? Do you judge yourself for how things are turning out? Do you desire to serve the Divine but aren’t quite sure how to know what that looks like? Then this is for you. Work in…
One look of love in my direction causes spontaneous combustion. Sparking a blaze to my tender heart of kindling. A wild fire spreads into every dry cell. A multitude of volcanoes erupting causes ashes to block the sight in my right eye. Now that eye sees only inside. A glowing ember escapes from time to…
death and the intimacy of laundry death doesn’t enter as a destroyer death enters in waves of intimacy. today i am washing clothes still damp from death i can smell last breaths on every fiber the overalls covered in paint and leaves tender moss clinging to my hands the white shirt you wore to ‘dress…
In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom