black and white and read all over....
a nun tumbling down the stairs,
a chessboard wrapped around a body,
a mime,
a muse,
a fool most of all.....
a perpetual beginner
amazed and puzzled
curious and captured
tormented and calm
trusting expression
trusting carnal knowledge
hopeful about craft
learning to yield
Hopes for the blog: offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters.... enact kindness create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness
I stood outside them, staring in the cold window at them, at the food they served each other. I saw them hug and I saw them struggle over all sorts of puzzles. I never really knew inside what that was to me.
When my mother moved across the country, midwest bound, I heaved a sigh of relief...I helped her move willingly, hopeful this distance would help and it did, oh yes. Then I could stay near to her in my words and thought.
home... family, place, and love, above all. from whence i came, and where i go, visit, return, and dwell, again and anew.
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ReplyDeleteI stood outside them,
staring in the cold window
at them, at the food
they served each other.
I saw them hug and I saw
them struggle over
all sorts of puzzles.
I never really knew inside
what that was to me.
When my mother moved
across the country, midwest
bound, I heaved a sigh
of relief...I helped
her move willingly, hopeful
this distance would help
and it did, oh yes.
Then I could stay near to her
in my words and thought.
Christopher- what a gift this is. please know how much i appreciate this. thanks for your words and your sensibility.
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