by lori | Apr 29, 2021 | Acceptance, Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Content, Culture Shift, Essays, Flash, Getting Lost, Gratitude, Grief, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Uncategorized, Wayfinding, Women, Writing
1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only... by lori | Sep 7, 2020 | Alzheimer's, Beauty, Content, Culture Shift, Feelings, Gratitude, Grief, Grief and Loss, Here and now, Love, Magic, Nature, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Wonder
This is for Bayo, who prompts me to be more honest and open, more me, and to let go into becoming more us… Some friends are saddened right now by humanity’s apparent reactionary rush to re-occupy familiar ways during this Covid-19 global pandemic (known as... by lori | Jul 24, 2018 | Culture, Essays, Found-Object, Gratitude, Here and now, Play and Magic, Poetry, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Wayfinding, Writing
I had a gallbladder attack—a tall, dark gallstone and I passed a wild night in the emergency room—last November. I’ve been slowly healing with an unhappy gallbladder ever since. Now here in July, just two weeks ago, facing unexpected stress, I found... by lori | Jun 13, 2018 | Artists, Beauty, Found-Object, Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Magic, Poetry, Respite, Women
Poetry reveals our hidden roots and connections. Isn’t that cool? Look what I just found. This brings me so much joy… The Light of the House by Louise Imogen Guiney (published in Happy Ending: The Collected Lyrics of Louise Imogen Guiney, 1909) Beyond the cheat... by lori | Feb 5, 2018 | Freedom, Gratitude, Here and now, Magic, Poetry, Respite, Silly, the Void
I walked alone in the Because I felt the pull of I knelt beside the To better see the And then to my A warm light touched And the whole place began to Or maybe I just I couldn’t believe my And dropped down to my I reached out to And found And found And found... by lori | Jan 8, 2018 | Beauty, Gratitude, Here and now, Nature, Pain, Poetry, Sentience
I want you to celebrate yourself. Shake off your dust. Find fierce stones that speak to you hold them, gentle now, then drop them into rivers wrinkle your wide-eyed face to focus as they sink straight down oblivious to the current. Muck arrives through always-clear...