I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake, this president-elect is that. Like all narcissists,…
She whispers in my ear
You’re never going to be loved
La Bruja Maldita habla
…
This love, this
wide-angled panoramic,
even the peripheral can’t hold it all.
…
I’ve never been all that great at pretending
that forced laughter meant everything was okay,
that my heart wasn’t raw and bleeding.
…
What if everyone was my teacher? What if not only those I respect, but everyone had something to teach me? What if the lover who just left me, the person who cut me off while driving, the people who irritate…
Part of the difficulty with humans is that we just don’t know how to be okay with paradox. We have an impulse towards linear, black or white thinking and can’t seem to wrap our heads around two coexisting and opposite…
I have been practicing yoga for about 20 years, some years with more consistency than others. And I have been a yoga teacher for over ten years, again, some years teaching more than others. The way I practice at 48…
When Mary Oliver writes, “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness,” she is not suggesting that we not rage against the darkness, that we do not own our suffering, that we stand by and passively say,…
I have a sneaking suspicion
that I could be placed
somewhere on a spectrum.
…
You vulnerable
offering up surrender
in linear practical terms
…
Dying
crabbily, kicking and screaming,
believing
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