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When the hero comes back from her journey she is in the greatest danger of all.
The jaws of the ordinary close
around her ankles. The tendrils
of her other stories fill her mouth.
That shape she left behind, empty,
slides up around her
and snaps to.
She might never have gone.
Odysseus went away again, then,
to a place where no one had ever heard
of the sea, his home,…Continue
Posted on November 8, 2016 at 12:46pm
The Quechua Puck's flute dancing amongst the Pisac ruins,
sending his prayers to the APUs. Rocky, uneven steps
to the sky were a challenge accomplished. The warmth of the land
lifted into her soul and to her heart, spreading
through to her arms as she hugged me "buenas dias."
Circular moon, Now crescent luna bowl. Hands stretched to center,
gathering and sharing aini. Short brown-skinned gardener
with the snaggle-toothed grin, sharing delight
Posted on October 14, 2016 at 1:20pm
To wake up and be already immersed in this sacred place, even using the groover takes on a holy significance worthy of ritual observance. The passing of the key, the communion vessel, with a quiet smile from the sister who bears it; the walk along the river's edge to the shelter of the confessional (though not of sins, but of humility); the opening of the key box that yields unto the women acknowledgement of their sacred bodily fluids.
To sit on the throne, contemplating the…Continue
Posted on September 10, 2016 at 5:03pm
"We might as well say we are organs of the world." David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous
A deep breath--inhale, exhale--tension leaving my muscles, the lines in my face, more relaxed, the heart muscle less constrained. Lungs of the Canyons. Cottonwood trees and willows--aspiring into the air--river water moving up through their roots to the capillaries in their stems and branches, into the leaves, the river transformed into the air we breathe as the cottonwoods exhale their…Continue
Posted on September 28, 2015 at 11:40am