The day of the playful heart

For all my friends out there celebrating the Day of the Playful Heart this weekend. And a few in particular. You know who you are…   The Day of the Playful Heart, A Very Important Poem by Lori Kane   There once was a heart so playful It couldn’t fit...

this time love came softly in

this time love came softly in sitting with my broken heart   last time she showed up with tea when I was reading   she arrives beside fear to demand safe space   to fully feel it   and I’ve noticed you and I, friend, summon her while playing   sharing a game, a...

This is my work

Something snapped inside of me. I can only do soul-satisfying work now alone and with people I love    I’ve been apprentice to the phenomenon for ten years. And find it has more to do with community support expanding love ceding control appreciating freedom...

The art of neglect

The difference between a thing made by woman and a thing found by woman is seen in the impact of neglect. A thing made by woman, a relationship, a child, that unfinished project, thrives with devoted attention. A thing found by woman, a forest, a stone, that driftwood...

The Big Nothing

I learned something strange and wonderful this winter: How significant a change I feel the need to make in my life has a fairly direct proportional relationship to how many days I’m willing to do nothing to get it. Yes, nothing. There is a time and place for action...