When the Spirit Starves
There was a time I was severely hypoglycemic, and the pattern went like this. I would think, I’m hungry. Then that “I’m hungry” would get repetitive, more insistent, screaming so loud that it was all I could hear, until it…
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Threads from the Weave 10/15/2026
Hello beautiful beings, It has been a long while. I’ve been working at a different loom. For two years, most of my threads have run into the Longmont house I’ve been renovating into a retreat. Soul Medicine Sanctuary is becoming…
A Clearing of My Own
Last night I dreamed of rooms—
none of them mine.
Woke up in the static hum
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Unforbidding
I thought that speaking truth,
that unforbidding the forbidden would
ease the hard pull of craving…
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Anemic
I am not gushing out the blood of my abuse.
The compound fractures of my childhood
aligned,
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Emotional Burnout
I am looking from behind my eyes,
my physicality a veil I watch through clearly.
The skin of my eyes a barricade
…
Even This
A new year is coming.
We thought, back then,
by now,
…
This Red String
There is a red string that
Separates
This land
…
I Am the Desert Flower
Violence on the screen
in sharp contrast
to the sharpened senses,
…
You, Singing
What is the cost of true connection?
You will be required to
cast aside your yoga mat,
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Space and Distance
You are the high tide
and low tide
I am undulating in the fullness of you.
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My Heart is a Ten-Pound Brick
My heart is a 10-pound brick.
It lays heavy in my belly like the chocolate chip cookies,
brownie and carrot cake I ate today,
…