A walk in the woods, the moon almost full.Radiant purple flowers on thick rubbery stalks emerging like antennae from a base of wide green leaves. The common name is hounds tongue, the uncommon names are held in the annals of whispered sayings kept in the patterns of air which hang around the things we try … Continue reading Extra-Terrestrial Flower Medicine: Seeing the Bigger Picture through a Tiny Aperture on the Ground
Sometimes growing is like cleaning house. You may come across a well anchored stain, a particularly tricky corner, an overwhelming piece of work that defies your efforts towards home-ec godliness. There are 1,000’s of products, new and frothing with all kinds of vitriolic chemicals that promise to cut your work in half. But more often … Continue reading Keep at it
As I live in the realm of potential alongside the angular perimeters of manifest reality, sometimes an overwhelming urge to see the shape of my longing make impact with the ground overcomes me and I make a choice with consequence. Not because it feels like the right choice but because it is simply a choice … Continue reading Just undo it : making peace with how long things take
You were going to throw away the geranium flower but I asked first and you gave it to me. Plucking away the dried blossoms it became pristine and elegant again. I held up the glowing crimson against the blue San Francisco sky, “pretty” you said as you repotted the Rosemary. You brought over a small … Continue reading Bitter sweet familiar: poets and doctors
There she is.Blanket warmed and bed crumpled.Sunlight on bare thigh illuminates fine golden hair, a field of wheat. She’s pawing her lovers side like a cat wanting breakfast. His eyes are closed. Many of the best places are inwardly kept but she wants his attention and acts selfishly for it. Drawing him back to the … Continue reading A Woman Behaving Selfishly
The water and the sky are a feathery wash of blue and white, edges blur and become indistinguishably soft. The vista is both of singular dimension and no dimension at all. My vision reclines in the ambiguity and I ease into a private trance. Closer is the faded red fence, the wind haggard picnic table … Continue reading Woman Goes on Date
It’s really incredible to me what happens when we make room for our pain. Yesterday I decided to light a candle and sit by it for as long as my heart burned. I sat there for hours. Denying myself the impulse to get up, clean, get on the phone. Just sit here, said the still … Continue reading Made friends today.
The nobility in being with what is. Inside this belly today there is a well of sadness. Deep inside this well, at the very bottom is a little girl who is sad and lonesome. Hello little one. Sometimes there is nostalgia for something never had. Memories of parents who I never knew. An ache for … Continue reading For Those Who Feel Sadness as a Part of Gratitude.
Sitting with them, taking their portrait, imbibing their essence and learning their history; getting very romantic with the plants around me. A Date with Rock Rose Cistus Creticus. I fell in love with this crumpled beauty on a long afternoon in Golden Gate Park where a gorgeous specimen thrives near the pond in Hellman’s Hollow. … Continue reading Flower Essence Love Affairs: Rock Rose
They brought me another fish. Its gaping mouth protruded from underneath the dock with its kitten claw teeth and a salmon’s moribund frown. The fetid stench unmistakable. Last year around the same time on the cusp between summer and autumn they left one for me in the exact same spot. Lodged between the flotation foam … Continue reading Omens of Autumn