Do not be what you think you should be.

Be who you really are.

we rise

Posted on Thursday, October 2, 2014

we rise

Each morning we rise the same way.
Our footsteps tiptoe along damp floorboards
Careful not to walk too loudly
As to please the one that wipes the dust left from days before.

We take these tired feet into the world
Cover them with straps, secure Velcro, lace sneakers,
Slip our insecurities
Into the safety of hiding our true selves.

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pale blue dot (carl sagan)

Posted on Monday, September 29, 2014

pale blue dot (carl sagan)

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

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when i look back

Posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2014

when i look back

an email response
a bill to pay
a friend awaiting a call
the blinking of messages and alerts all mixed into a swarm of more obligations
a pile of laundry to transfer into rooms
another bundle to dry
dishes to unload then load again
a counter to wipe, spilled drinks, crumbles of meals

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vows to my son

Posted on Tuesday, June 24, 2014

vows to my son

I wore a white dress lined with lace. My hair was pinned with curls. Spring daffodils and alstroemeria, stock and freesia spilled from my fingers. A guitar was finger-picked as I walked down the steps of a redwood grove in the crook of my grandfather’s arm. The man I promised to love, his eyes were pools of devotion, hope and joy. It was one of the most memorable days of my life. And we cried. We made promises. We exchanged bands secured tightly to the ring fingers of our left hands. We sealed our love with a kiss. Open hearts witnessing our promises cheered. Then we danced.

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blossoms: a poem about motherhood

Posted on Thursday, June 12, 2014

blossoms: a poem about motherhood

today i harvest cilantro from my garden

kale and basil too

these flowering vegetables, herbs, just weeks ago

buried beneath the earth

 

i think of the soil

the nurturing required to care for such miracles

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tear me open: a poem about birth

Posted on Friday, May 30, 2014

tear me open: a poem about birth

They felt a final push. Ours ended

with the sharp cut of a blade.

Their baby felt the constriction

of their mother’s deepening canal.

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