by lori | May 15, 2017 | Beauty, Culture Shift, Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Love, Nature, Neighbors, Pacific Northwest, Poetry, Respite, Work
When the wind strolls in, my meadow friends dance and bow. When waves rush to crash across my ocean friend, wide beach smiles back at me and the eagles work-resting silent on wind above etch sky-to-horizon greetings down all the way home so strong, having learned to... by lori | Feb 24, 2017 | Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Nature, Poetry
i. see her there that wide open tree out my window the one with gray arm branches, no leaves, and peeling bark? holding divine moss in perfectly twisted hands? the one that all the flickers love? I am breaking, she says, just breaking. ii. Here in this valley between... by lori | Oct 17, 2016 | Beauty, Content, Gratitude, Here and now, Nature, Poetry, Respite
I love it when the wind strolls in and my meadow friends dance and bow. Love it when waves rush to crash across my ocean where the wide beach smiles up where the eagles rest silent on the wind above etch greetings sky to horizon down to me all the way home: carried... by lori | Aug 27, 2016 | Artists, Gratitude, Here and now, Poetry, Respite, Women
Every time. Every single time I doubt my intuition compromise what I need shove aside my body’s warnings bow before convention elevate kindness too far above truth allow another’s needs, or society’s, to entirely drown my own the world goes sideways,... by lori | Aug 5, 2016 | Artists, Beauty, Dragons, Here and now, Poetry, Work
Poetry isn’t what I was taught in middle school: rules and stilted contained lines written by long-dead rich old white dudes? Bleh. (I am not my friend Knox who makes old white guys so sexy.) Poetry is living your artist statement. Whether that means saying yes... by lori | Jul 17, 2016 | Here and now, Poetry, Sentience
for Lynne 1. There is a voice that says “You don’t belong here.” that says “Your voice is not welcome here.” that says “This is my home. Not yours. Get out.” 2. Here is another voice that calls “Bullshit” on the first voice that urges “Fight” urges “Protest”...