I love the uncomfortable place I am in. I love the mystery of not knowing how I’ll get to the next pose. I love that I could choose to neglect the garden of movement but that I choose to inhabit the uncomfortable mystery of watering seeds, flexing with the weeds, and waiting to see what wonders flourish. I love the sounds of nearby gardeners working on their own mysteries. Their movement nourishes my own. Their occasional glances over at my garden scatter sunlight on my pursuit.
Read MoreSo the vital organ forgoes friction for freedom
A new arrangement attunes-
It plays and soars abroad
On the still curve of the night
A muscle at large is meter chasing rhyme
No rest and no contraction
Just pure expansion for keeping tempo
with a fugitive song bound to peak and fade
Read MorePerfectly freighted vessels readily aimed
Your cargo crosses sultry spaces
Making love with every mile to guard
The untamed tides between us.
Amazed the waves that wish you by
Upon an airborne stream so sterling,
Spun, it seems, specifically
for treasured transfers such as these.
Read MoreWhen there is nostalgia for touching
anything at all
There is coming down for prayer
and wishing you were here
To kneel before this
The one question, the next verse
Read MoreThen, as life will often have it, love entered, and the most crucial pivot of all landed her due north of her dreamed-of destination, in the heart of the heel. And just like that - the house expands. The work of being at home is now a lifelong project that involves the ongoing practice of take-off, landing, longing, and embracing the air space in between that allows for, and demands, a durable infrastructure of love.
Read MoreI'm not ready for immersion but the feeling of these damp steps beneath me will become a perennial part of my being. I lift heavy hands to mouth thinking only about breaking suddenly into from veganism to vegetarianism. I taste nothing new. The sensation of being relinquished and forgotten here, deep in the fall, will stay with me for years.
Read MoreDon’t consider
where the road leads
Just. Let’s. Walk. Together.
Both in and out of time
Your hip is on mine
Read Morestep together
step anyway
step for you
step for her
step for hope
step forward.
Here’s to a year of movement-
Live every step for what it is.
Happy Transition!
Read MoreI’ll be here
When the outskirts of stability blend
with the disorderly flurries at love’s windy precipice.
I will dive again
Read MoreI’m gazing up at them now:
the premeditated,
the unplanned,
each one, a unique trajectory.
Oh, the joy of watching the lovers
who resisted
with all their minds’ power
And plunged anyway
Read MoreAll at once, I was bathing in a thermal breeze,
Warming numbness with newness,
Drunk on the swirling color
That still rises from somewhere deep
Flurries of carnal exhaust took the shape of nothing
And the color of everything
Read MoreI'm not ready for immersion but the feeling of these damp steps beneath me will become a perennial part of my being. I lift heavy hands to mouth thinking only about breaking suddenly into from veganism to vegetarianism. I taste nothing new. The sensation of being relinquished and forgotten here, deep in the fall, will stay with me for years.
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