A Dance With the Wild One

she's a wild one
the hag
no being lead around by the nose
that one
she'll lead you on a merry chase
draw you into the puzzle in your mind
ask you to solve the thing
you've been pondering
she holds the space
locks the door
turns down the lights
sit in wonder
wandering in the liminal spaces
not sure how you got here
but you know
this is the sacred center
of the earth
of your self
of it All
this is the place
where questions and answers are born

Softening the Edges

softening the edges
letting the sun warm
these travel weary bones

softening the edges
letting in the music
songs opening doors

softening the edges
letting the shoulders ease
it'll be okay

softening the edges
reaching out a hand
accept the gifts shared

softening the edges
letting in the love
heart opening, smile grows

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In Honor of Dottie

We buried Dottie today. She was Mom’s dog. She got her as a young puppy from the Humane Society. My grandson Kaleb chose her name based on the red dots in her long white hair, many of which only showed up when she’d been groomed.

She was Mom’s sidekick for many years. For the most part, where Mom went, Dottie went. Work, travel, you name it. And when Mom moved in with us towards the end of her life, Dottie came with her.


Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash

Content Warning: Suicide and Grief

Watching Y&R tonight
Standing on a ledge
Chelsea kisses Billy on the cheek
tells him he's a good guy
says "Tell Connor I slipped"
she jumps
the screen goes black

Love Embodied

Remembered tenderness
Gently rubbing lotion
on her hands
her face
her lips
caressing her cheek
love embodied

I can love

I can connect

I hold the key