Category Archives: Earth

In circles

15 Wednesday Oct 2025

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Time, in circles, rolls and spirals on..

we’ve been bamboozled and blinded by firm

starts and finishes–

Yes, birth to death,

but this existence is no line.

Pluck a stitch and you’re speaking with your grandmother,

dead long thirty years back.

Pick at another and your future babies,

whether this life or another,

giggle in morning thunder.

Our brains have been trained

by unnatural and convenient beliefs

unrecognized as such.

Put on a pair of enormous shoes borrowed

from a stranger and step..one

two three..

backwards to gather a new look

at the vastness of stories dancing about.

Teach your eyes to see the impossibly invisible,

what tires and confuses you now becomes,

in truth, a consequential but very funny

game–

remember your heart

and play it well.

Our bodies

02 Wednesday Jul 2025

Posted by in Earth, Elements, monsoon, offering, Opening, poems, poetry

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Clouds form over the distant olive hills,

soft in morning light.

By afternoon, when heat has cooked the world white

and this desert sky holds back some of its blue,

those same clouds will tower and be belly grey and thick,

heavy with rain they can’t wait to loose.

Our bodies will vibrate with thunder.

Planting Stones

26 Thursday Jun 2025

Posted by in Earth, family, generations, human, movement, offering, Opening, pain, poems, poetry, prayer, release, return, unlearning, walking, woman, wonder, work

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A fresh blood, now, runs from this wound,

dripping thick, womb-blood red,

to thirsty ground.

The trail follows me as I leave,

planting stones.

Each feeds dark Earth,

sticks weapons of their confusion, fast.

My back, low belly, my heart unwilling,

unaccepting soft targets,

half a lifetime on.

Planting stones returns

this deepest and cruel ancestral story

to the Mother who fashions stone into gold,

medallions for witful generations to come.

Flowers may bloom, cool waters may move,

Hummingbird brings those open prayers

to Heaven.

It ends with me.

I walk away into land of blowing dust,

with stars shining straight from the hands of God,

I walk away toward the fire

ever burning on…

Spring

05 Monday May 2025

Posted by in abundance, community, companion, connection, creation, Earth, Elements, Opening, poems, poetry, seasons, spring, transformation

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Bees have buried themselves

in crab apple’s blooms,

hummingbird launches skyward,

chattily, all the frills of mating on display.

Stripey-legged bobcat’s ghostly moves

stitch the garden knoll

while anise hyssop digs into her new home

and calendula flowers at hollyhock’s feet.

Everybody’s humming their song…

Shake the tree

21 Friday Mar 2025

Posted by in Earth, poems, poetry

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Shake the tree of ancestors down,

down low in the roots,

shake the earth holding old stories

together.

I shake, shake–

Wake,

Wake up!

This handoff of poison chain-filling my heart,

hindering my body,

take it, claim it, you men,

you women, you hidden, you reviled,

you celebrated and lauded,

the claiming is now, is yours.

I’ve given nearly half a century to the unmaking

and now is the return.

Wake,

Wake up!

Rattle the tree yourselves and we’ll all reclaim,

liberate our souls back and back and back,

seeing the parts each have played, taking account,

learning the stock

of which we come.

Destroy the sickening story–

look around at the shattering, the cruelty,

division, violence–

the story did this.

Break it. Set it free. Kiss it, bow to it,

laugh as we all place it on the waves of great mother

Ocean, Her arms open and generous breasts

waiting.

She has waited eons for this. Give it

to Her.

The wounded ones return to primal waters,

freed, Reborn, brought home

into swirling creation,

compassion,

divine pilgrimage upon the greening surface

of this sensuous, generous Mother Earth

who gives, unendingly gives.

The story no longer burdens, we

are free.

Infinite gifts spring forth.

The turning.

Egg rolls and IPA

28 Wednesday Aug 2024

Posted by in Earth, gratitude, grief, laughter, poems, poetry

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Egg rolls and IPA,

Agatha Christie, pop R&B and kids parading

in and out.

A strange and satisfying blend.

From a walk to the library to pick up,

among other things,

a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh

(multiple readings required) after news harsh enough

to melt one’s ears or harden one’s heart,

and stress enough to keep a person in bed,

I tip back my head to breathe in towering trees

and warm evening light.

It’s a funny world,

a funny, funny world we all share.

Awkwardly, magically,

and with plenty of bedevilment.

Keep laughter ever ready

in your blessed little back pocket.

It’ll never short-change you.