Raw with Love

Little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and I won’t blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won’t blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records … Continue reading Raw with Love

Come Undone

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tender branches that quiver in the sun, So shall … Continue reading Come Undone

Come Back to Love

I have some friends I wrestle with. Monster friends. They like to creep… when you are in your most vulnerable state. It is a phase we often get webbed in. An entrapment. Whether lured or passing through, we get stuck on it. Let me introduce them to you… The thing is… in our most vulnerable state, this is NoT the end of it. This vulnerable state is actually the most insightful phase we ever go through. It happens for a reason. Why…? It is because this is where we fully exercise our own unique power of choosing. “It’s the choices … Continue reading Come Back to Love

108 Spaces | Continued

These are Rumi’s words I often read and say… “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” That field – open and vast is the in-between of life’s crunches; simpatia – the mortar between the bricks. I must have used his words a million times and can never get tired of it. I write about it here and there. Simply because I love spaces. I see them every time. And when I don’t, I create them. I own two … Continue reading 108 Spaces | Continued

PreMą | Haiku, etc. | Day 6

No reins, no blinders Full bloom overflows with love Spill the world with it. Learning how to love is the goal and the purpose of spiritual life — not learning how to develop psychic powers, not learning how to bow, chant, do yoga, or even meditate, but learning to love. Love is the truth. Love is the light. ~ Lama Surya Das Dream Awake As it comes to pass the end of a soulful journey, among the many yet to come. The minutes ticking slowly towards my flight back home. The feeling inside me of life at a wondrous height; Carrying it … Continue reading PreMą | Haiku, etc. | Day 6

Expect the Unexpected

We had a Yoga Therapy workshop at our local studio, Yoga Connections, for neck and shoulders by Dillon Cherrett. Admittedly, it wasn’t something I expected. In fact, I totally had envisioned something else. We began with an opening mantra… and chanting (and yes, you will love Dillon’s voice!)… and my mind started to wander… will the others sing as well?? We belong to a community where the possibility of even humming an OM can create a raucous in the area. And slowly my doubts and fears subsided as the voices of 20 courageous yogis filled up the room. The workshop … Continue reading Expect the Unexpected