Severing roots Accessing the power in my body swinging the axe, letting the weight of the blade sing in my hands, I am but the metal's vessel The axe slices
Axe My body sings with power heat, sex, lustful for destruction, taking The axe arcs through the air, from the ground, past my left shoulder, singhing the air with the force
fireglow Little fireglow bathed in the rainbow light of the sun Welcome to your new home May you be happy and safe here able to plant your roots down firmly and
if you were to ask again... thoughts on wednesday's resiliency training thank you very much for your question, johanna for including your own mind and body experience in the possibility of human experience I
Can I share this? the poet is to write without fear to release her words into the wild knowing they are not just hers I do not wish to hoard my truth I want
pointing at the moon Fuck the moon Fuck pointing at the moon I’m tired of looking at things outside myself pretending That they are a way out No, the way out is to
belief hey, I am happy to connect but I don't know if there is a bone in my body that can commit to anything outside of showing up I
Poet I am a poet The horoscopes already read this fortune but I protested in my unconscious No, give me something more prestigious, more colorful more of service No, god roared
If you were to speak of me again... I have a client, so broken by her own hatred that she emerges glowing in the summer light mind on fire lit by rage Everything she loves is broken. Ambition,
acts of love From Melanie to Joann: today was an act of love, my dear feeling caught in my own dark well of sorrow, angry, processing I carried myself to this little zoom
fuck you, demons I am terrified of you, J Terrified that in your company I will be so fucking bored Fall asleep during your stories Have no delight, no joy, no play I
10000 words of hatred I wrote 10000 words of hatred, broke everything I love, including practice, my family, you, every person, every thing broke them with hate, broke them so I never wanted to see them again to see myself again
Rebirth Hands in dirt like a newborn taking its first breaths in this is air this is sun this is water Squishing my palms into the earth, a worm wriggles back
Fuck you, world I have to say, I am fucking angry at the state of the world. People of plenty, why are you polluting the oceans, consuming resources like crazy, acting as if
Red maple I am scared to lose the sweet Harmony of father and daughter hands in the soil The damp earth and dark clay Saying all that needs saying I’m sorry
Almond trees The almond trees on the slopes in Palestine are flowering pink after a long winter rest I saw them for one fleeting afternoon, basking in the embrace of a dear
meditation on rainbows on balance and letting go Sometimes we must let go of what brings us wonder and ease to allow us to breathe and to enjoy anew. Imagine if a rainbow
the wild gardener Two truths diverged in a yellow wood, and I, seeing Leo continue down his, turned towards mine with a boundless joy
An exploration of love Email to Leo in response to his messages on March 23 and 25 Dear Leo, It’s early morning here in California, outside the sky is black and a set
A cozy quarantine-retreat in Jerusalem There is nowhere to go, nothing to do. Today is a lazy day in Jerusalem and I am on day 10 of quarantine.
Breaking free of ice There is nowhere to go, nothing to do. Today is a lazy day in Jerusalem and I am on day 2 of a self-imposed quarantine.
Imagining home in the redwoods Imagining my own home, nestled in the redwoods, deeply rooted in the earth. A stream trickles by on its way to the ocean not far away. The space is safe, cozy, full of light and nature, a space for true rest and creativity.
To become a butterfly Reflecting on metamorphosis after a session with Leo in Vienna To become a butterfly, let go of your desire to be anyone but yourself. Notice the wings sewn onto your
Leading with vulnerability Making agreements with Charlotte Slowly, slowly the barriers come down between two hearts. It is a process of committing to deep vulnerability and humility, to being slow to act on
