woman horizontal | tonglen in four parts

today, the exhale was the hardest. a trust fall in giving and taking —precious tears and shadowed fears, irrupted hopes and radical imaginings — into a world that cannot hold them gently. where supple lungs now resist the inhale, constricting to protect me from inviting in a swirl of noxious fumes (engineered to smother epiphanous dreams…

woman horizontal | elder song

i hear the mothers whisper-chant: do not abandon yourself, dear one. blending with the harmonies of grandmothers singing: seek refuge in the dance between heartbeat and breath. buoyed by the infinite canon of their prayer-magic, i have trusted myself into love, loved myself into healing, healed myself into death and rebirth, becoming more and more of myself,…

woman horizontal | cardinal points

energy. essence. force. flow. source. light. manifold. immanent. continuous. creative. destructive. indestructible. enveloping. inculcating. infinite. unknowable. intuitive. interdependent. heart. guide. compass. core. all that is.       

woman horizontal | indwelling

  brave is in your spine. peace in your center. grace is in your heart.  — t.scott-miller  for + inspired by k.r  

woman horizontal | done + been done

done and been done still they appear in dreams unsummoned cords cut but roots regrow when memory whispers my name new work to be done and done again unhook and untether call back my energy reclaim my soul i am not yours to harbor in distorted reverie no longer known to you no longer held…

woman horizontal | ich bin mary

Today I honor the memory of my great-great grandmother, Mary Roth Rhodes, who was born on this day in 1863 in Würtemberg, Germany, the daughter of Dora + Gottlieb Roth. ▪▪▪ 14 years ago, in July 2003, she became a beacon, a catalyst and a guide for me on a pathway of reclamation, transformation and…

woman horizontal | the sound of him

he wakes whistling, thrilled by the zipping wind he conjures and reshapes into sharps and flats snaps a crisp unpatterned rhythm with supple-skinned thumb and middle finger (wiped dry between refrains) flickering his wrist for triumphant emphasis mutters a play-by-play commentary to an imagined audience of rapt gamers punctuated with shrieks, chides, wails and groans…

manifestoes on love

i’m celebrating my 40th year today — reflecting on the journey of the past decade and more recent season of discernment that have beckoned me to live into the deep and urgent call to be an instrument of love and reconciliation. as many of you land on my site today, i invite you to amplify…