Moon, Oh Moon!

The moon is filled with numberless yesterdays and teaches us to learn, if we want. Even if we don't want, we are still pulled as the tide. Oh, Moon...if we don't embrace you, how tricky you are. I effortless want to run into your arms when you are full. When you hide, I still know you are there. Thank you, Mother.

Incubating

There is nothing wrong with staying home and incubating. I appreciate the phone calls.

some words

I feel it now...that treasure of being alive...the innate love. But this "I" has so much experience of being hurt. My "I" does not trust people. Really, how does one even have a conversation about it without having to confront the accumulation of all that is the "I." Beneath the "I" is pure creativity. It was felt and touched tonight - what a treasure. In a room full of teenagers.