"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

And... Scene.

For those that have read my snippets and small stones for the past two years, thank you. Thank you for being witness to some of the things that flow through my head.

A new project is brewing in my Cauldron of Inspiration, and so the time has come to energetically close this door in order to move through the next.

May we meet again.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

forest of doubt

dream teases at the edges
caught deep in a forest of doubt
i push back at the ink-black clouds,
threatening to close in
stuttering flame of candle
bravely tries to light the way
back into the dream
to bring it from the shadows

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Yes All Women

For the last couple of days, I've been trying to process the events in California. My heart has wept, while my skin has crawled and my blood has boiled. The rape culture in our world has reached epic proportions. The fact that there are active groups for men who view women as little more than a target to conquer and pillage-- that they can not only exist, but make money from it-- is beyond disgusting. It is reprehensible. It is unconscionable. These groups are prime breeding grounds for those almost-rapists to feel completely comfortable crossing the line. Six people lie dead from one of their members, who also lies dead. How many more to come?

This needs to end; it cannot be tolerated. Women are human beings. We are not property to be rated and sold at face-value. We are not things to be conquered. We are people... living, breathing beings who are free to give what we want to give, when we want to give it.

Quite simply: We are not yours to take.


Sunday, May 18, 2014

silence in the mist

A deep and mysterious mist hangs on the air... weaving in and around tree branches, clinging to my skin. Silence hangs. Street lamps glow, orange beacons in the fog.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

magical dew

silvered dewdrop
a world contained within itself
and set upon a clover leaf

Monday, May 12, 2014


A quiet May morning... dappled sunlight filters through green river birch leaves, while a cardinal sings to me. Fragrant steam rises from my coffee mug to delight and entice. Contentment moves through me, and the whisper of creation calls.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

sitting in gratitude

In awe of a life that is shifting,
opening, expanding,

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Get Your Hands-- And Dollar Signs-- Off My Venus

This post is a step away from 'Small Stones', into the realm of 'Big Soap Box'. I've been quietly ruminating on this all day, and it has swelled into being genuinely angry-- okay, full on pissed off-- about a subject that we cannot seem to escape. And that subject is: Women's Weight Loss. It's everywhere. We must fit into our jeans. We must fit into our swimsuits. Our thighs should not rub together. We must look great naked. Our various body parts must be targeted and full-scale warfare must be issued. And it is all under the guise of "getting fit and healthy and feeling good".

Earlier today, a friend posted a seemingly innocuous image on Facebook that supposedly linked to the '5 Best Muffin Top Workouts'. Now, I try very hard to avoid falling for things like this, but curiosity got the better of me this morning, so yep, I clicked. The caption promised:

These body movements are NOT done with typical weights and machine type exercise. Most regular fitness instructors don't even know about this KILLER #fat-#burning method.

Did it take me to five really great exercises? No, there was nothing of what was promised in the initial graphic. Instead, I was prompted to click to watch a video for something called "Venus Factor". The amazing, no torture program that will allow us to be the sex kitten goddesses that we all long to be. The man behind it all ensures us of his deep love for his amazing sister, whom he desperately wanted to help save from her own inability to be the thin, sexy woman she wanted so desperately to be. The man goes on to say that from all of his intense research, he has solved what the rest of the world has not been able to find thus far. The magic answer to women's weight loss. And guess what he found? Our bodies don't work right. Yes, you heard it. WE ARE FAULTY BY DESIGN. We actually make more of a certain fat-burning enzyme in our bodies-- twice more than men make-- but our bodies don't know how to use it properly. So we have to trick our bodies into knowing what to do what men's bodies know how to do all on their own. And once we do, then we will never have to worry about weight gain, ever again. Amid all of this information, the eyes are bombarded with images of the thin, sexy (photo-shopped) kinds of women that we will surely be after just a few weeks on this program, as well as a plethora of images of the oh-my-god-cellulite-and-fat women that we SURELY don't want to be.

So... let me get this straight. Now, on top of all the other bullshit that women are fed on a daily basis, now we are supposed to sit still and be told that our bodies are inherently faulty by design, no wonder we're fat?

Frankly, I don't even care if science supports his findings. What I do care about is the endless barrage we undergo every single day, telling us that we are not enough. That, really, we will never be enough just as we are. I care about women feeling good. I care about women feeling comfortable in their own skin. I could give one less f*ck about muffin tops, cellulite, thigh gaps, or perky butts and boobs.

I care about the women and girls who will find this video, and fall prey to the mindset that there is something inherently wrong with them. We have enough coming at us without feeling like our bodies are out to defeat us, in an endless quest to find the body that someone else deems "good enough".

My weight loss tips? Lose the guilt trips, both from the world and from within. Eat real food. Move your body every day. Open your heart to yourself. Find joy in living.


Saturday, April 5, 2014

Friday, March 28, 2014

love until the ends of the earth

Dear Me,

Remember when you were young, you felt invincible? Like you could take on the world and win? I remember nothing could stand in your way. You were strong and confident and ready. Then you entered college and something changed. Little doubts crept in and grew. And you let them grow and grow, until you became ridden with them. The dark roots and tendrils curled around every bit of dream you had, and choked them-- essentially choking you. But no more. See that bit of light over there? It's going to shine on those dark roots and burn those tendrils to a crisp. You are going to grow and flourish again. And those dreams? They may have changed a bit (okay, a lot). But that's all right. The light is going to make them grow and flourish, too. Because you... you are still that strong, confident, outgoing person that you used to be. That never changed. You just got turned around on the path. It's okay; it happens to everyone from time to time. Pick up your compass, find due north, and GO. Future you is here, cheering you on. We've got this.

Love until the ends of the earth,

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

seen and unseen

fluffy white cottontail bounds by, hoping to be unseen
(sorry, bunny, I saw you)
turkey vulture soars overhead, uncaring of what goes on down below
(except for the possibility of dinner; can't help there)
and somewhere behind me,
an owl wakes
hooting his greeting to the coming dusk

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

petal snow

chill wind blows
scattering white petals
like forgotten snowflakes

Saturday, March 22, 2014

night, interrupted

gentle night shattered
by alcohol-infused hyena laughs
and gasoline-soaked engine roars

Monday, March 17, 2014

morning minstrels

minstrelsy of birds
raucously greet
this misty

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

dance of the lichen

pine cone nestles between
lichen dotted branches, whose
errant grey-green flakes
seem to be eager to leave
their wooden home
to dance with the ground

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

dripping in garnets

droplets fall from my tea strainer
garnets, glinting in sunlight
slipping into my steaming cup
liquid hibiscus
ready to be sipped

Monday, February 24, 2014

Sunday, February 23, 2014

sing it sister

Birds have the original incarnation of Twitter.
This morning's tweet and re-tweet?
Spring-like day ahead, get out and revel in it. #singitloud

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

sewage interference

My gaze falls on a golden sunbeam, shifting and falling through the tree branches where last night's rain still drips. The robin's egg sky hints delicately of Spring. Stepping outside, my nose anticipates the rich, dark smell of damp earth...

Instead, it is assaulted by the foul odors of the sewage treatment plant around the corner. Nostril-mind dissonance.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

snow hiss

the bright, metallic ping of yesterday's ice is gone.
in its place, the subtle, quiet hiss
as snowflakes drift past my ears.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

icy veil

ice crystals fall,
a shower of rice
creating the bridal veil of Winter.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Thursday, February 6, 2014

merry bird dance

Five robins chase each other,
a merry dance in the early dawn.
Russet breasts alight with the fire
of the rising sun,
the harbingers of Spring.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

deep rush

The birds sit silent
in the deep rush of the wind through the trees.
The chill air bites into my feverish skin,
as my boots squelch through the soggy earth.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

double whammy: 35/365

aches within
aches without
inner angst joins forces with illness

Monday, February 3, 2014

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Saturday, February 1, 2014

respite: 32/365

mind seeks something inspiring,
the beauty in observation.
weary, it asks for a small respite,
and promises to come back tomorrow.

Friday, January 31, 2014

whimpers in the night: 31/365

feverish little hand
reaches for mine,
heat radiating through me.
quiet sniffle,
tiny whimper,
little body snuggling in tight,
seeking comfort
and finding it.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

companions: 30/365

As the sun slowly warms the earth,
two brown doves huddle companionably
in a patch of curled brown leaves,
surrounded in snowy white.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

snow shimmer: 29/365

sunbeam streaks across snow
scintillas of sparkles shimmer

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

peace, pete seeger: 28/365

flowers are gone
seasons have turned
may there be peace for you now

Monday, January 27, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

7WS: 26/365

7 Word Sunday:

Stress wipes out weekend's moment of breath.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

spinning dawn: 25/365

pink cotton candy
stretched across
the blue sky-sea,
dawn spinning golden threads

Friday, January 24, 2014

one last kiss: 24/365

embraced in hazy orange glow
brilliant orb of dancing fire
blowing one last kiss

Thursday, January 23, 2014

awaiting Spring: 23/365

Fractured sunlight glints
off the beaded plant hanger
that sits empty,
awaiting Spring.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

trickster skies: 22/365

Cornflower blue skies
and mellow yellow sunbeams
are deceiving.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

whispers: 21/365

insidious whispers
"can't do this"
"not good enough"
"not smart enough"
"not... enough"
their echoes tear through me.
their time is no more.
a lone voice
whispers back to them
negating them
slowly growing in loudness
and strength.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

7ws: 19/365

(7 word Sunday)

vise around head
leaves me on edge

Saturday, January 18, 2014

exit, stage west 18/365

stillness of early morn
Moon hangs in near-perfect roundness
before taking her curtsy and fading,
moving backstage to Sun's spotlight

Friday, January 17, 2014

ss: 17/365

the television, dishwasher, music
the puppy, toddler
clamor, collide
creating cacophony
causing confusion

crave calm

Thursday, January 16, 2014

ss: 16/365

the brilliant illumination of the moon last night
seems to have inspired the sun
to release its own brightness.

a moment to bask in golden warmth.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

ss: 15/365

ribbons of pink and lavender rapidly unfurl
reveal an explosion of magenta-orange
soft streams of yellow and blue remain

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

ss: 14/365

my feet squish
through soggy, brown mud
in the swamp of my backyard.

the evergreens stand vibrant and strong
as the sun peeks through
lighting and warming the grey of yesterday.

Monday, January 13, 2014

ss: 13/365

(Minimal Monday Small Stone)

Head swims as body seeks cleansing and balance.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

ss: 12/365

new morning peace
by a gaggle of geese

Saturday, January 11, 2014

ss: 11/365

petals gently stretching open
orchid reveals her hidden center
that she had been guarding so closely
up until now

Friday, January 10, 2014

ss: 10/365

droplets hang on bare branches
like tiny tears left by summer faeries
longing for lush warmth

Thursday, January 9, 2014

ss: 9/365

Tight and angry, I step into the biting cold.
The indignant, raucous call of the blue jay
echoes the emotions within.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

ss: 8/365

struggling with old mind-tapes
running rampant.
tried to find peace on my mat,
but only found a still-heavy heart.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

ss: 7/365

the chill bite of the air
seizes my breath
and settles in my bones

Monday, January 6, 2014

ss: 6/365

Fluffs of white float,
tickling the tip of my nose,
magically melting away.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

ss: 5/365

Pine cones encircle the rock lovingly bedecked in a gown of springy moss.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

ss: 4/365

the sticky fingers of irritation wrap around me.
i attempt to wash them in hot suds,
with the dirty morning dishes.
the dishes are clean,
but the sticky fingers remain.

Friday, January 3, 2014

small stone: day three, 2014

the icy crunch of grass under my feet
the golden glow of the rising sun
winter peace settles around me

Thursday, January 2, 2014

small stone, day 2, 2014

rain trickles down my neck
a tiny river kissing cool trails
lingering, then gone

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

a new year of small stones: Day 1, 2014

the chill winter breeze kisses my cheek.
birdsong teases my ears,
awakening my heart.