Baking

a pie like coming together
apples and blueberries
cinnamon and ginger
held, i hope
by flour and butter.

butter and flour
palms of the beloved's hands
offering some sweet fruit
to love's own tongue.

Creation awaits

sometimes
there is no word
available or known
a feeling is only what is

tears and stopping
feel kiss flow
feel kiss
feel
feel
kiss with breath
feel
feel
Breathe
as a kiss

lighter than a moment before
pushing through isn't what is called for.
the old patterns rising
wearing out, thinning
fearing the unknown,
their death and freedom

so human
walk with
not away from.

closer,
creation awaits
mean it.
as if for the first time.

Timolol

Clasping the bridge of my nose
I fall into silence,
Feeling mother.

Morning prayer

carrying water

Weeding
Tending
Seeing

 what has grown,

 blossomed

Daily.

Listening for Wonder

Direction inward
Listening for Wonder

Recognizing a form or mark that speaks for me in a space that is unfamiliar.

When I look at my surroundings I feel order and beauty
Endless forms in precision

I'm too awestruck by what Nature presents to try to paint it. It overwhelms me.  I used to be able to sort it out, the feeling response and what was seen.

Now I am in new territory.
There is precision that arises.
There is something natural that holds it all together.

this willingness to let what is within unfold will be my guide.

ache

i would write you a love letter
if i could feel
that love
 embraces
everything

in

I am no longer on the brink

I’m in.