70

Sitting in a windowless room in the basement where the smells of death called entering my thoughts and core of being 70 may be reached they said, but that may be as far you go.   Here I am today a few days past 70 Smiling—feeling well Yet, ghosts share the room...

Stand Aside

A brilliant and caring Constitutional Law Professor at one of our elite Universities has said a couple of rather forthright statements—that we have an anti-president and that folks who support this behavior are pathetic excuses for human beings. This is no longer...

A Heart Beats

A heart can hurt If you’re in touch With who you are. As you struggle In this world To cross the boundaries Checking in as though you care.   A heart will hurt Because you care But the pain shows That you’re alive And however deep The hurt is felt It’s better Than...

A Way of Being

A blessing of wanting Has mysteriously made its appearance Shifting lives from just fine To looking forward and being with.   How rare to want And know how it feels To be with the other Returning to be heard And sharing our nature As a way of being.   This is the Holy...

Belonging

Having a tribe, a community, offers a sense of belonging, which is one of the pillars of well-being. We are social beings and thrive in being a part of it. Yet, belonging without clarity of the self holds a possibility for separation. This paradox is complex with our...

Listen before Speaking

Sit for a while, and try on how it feels to come to another in moments of joy or disharmony listening. How does this feel? Listen before speaking, and listen some more.   I was raised where the modeling was to speak and keep speaking louder and louder. As the volume...

Time to Challenge

And now the shaking I’ve been feeling For most of my life Has made its way To my physical truth The fears I’ve been holding Have now appeared In my pores For I have squelched The passions Of my soul Until almost too late.   I opened though And there’s no Shutting down...

Meeting Love Again

Hands on heart often feeling throughout my days being alone, not wanting Yet, meeting love again for the first time I want passion Reciprocated offering self full and more Back and forth bouncing catching each other Before we fall or together hitting the sky and the...

Are you still here

My heart opened Right into your being Beyond all the traumas That direct so many days. Continued into places Rarely felt and finding Untouched portals into my soul. And yet I don’t remember asking, wishing it To leave me alone and then not And here you remain Where...