Letting Go
I clutter my home with love. Well, things really. But they are icons of love – hard to let go of and yet...it is time to simplify. It is time…
I clutter my home with love. Well, things really. But they are icons of love – hard to let go of and yet...it is time to simplify. It is time…
The thirteenth-century word “delight” comes from its Latin root, “delectare” which not only refers to pleasure and to that which brings pleasure, but also to arousal, seduction, and allure. Delight…
When we breathe, we inhale and then we exhale. For those of us whose childhoods were particularly difficult or who have survived trauma, the breath is shallow, tentative, furtive, and…
So many tomes have been written about the Dark Night of the Soul. Indeed the title of the great mystic was mistranslated. The original translation was “the obscured night of the soul.”…
When storms approach Little Bird Farm, there is little doubt. They come in over the mesa from the East, past the horse barn and the apple orchards as the raucous…
The porch of my cottage looks out onto this field. The cottage is in the center of a 20-acre alfalfa and grass farm which feeds the area horse farms in…
Livid: A poem of Holy Saturday Livid bruises cover your still body. Plums. Blues. The resulting purple. The garden. The arrest. The savage beatings. And then in that cold,…
Mary’s Other Song If I hold my hand against the wood, flat, like this I can feel your breathing from above. Slow. I remember Labor. A mother does. Labored. …
The human abdomen can be so lovely. The Crucifixion Bas Relief, Clay with wax resist. April 13, 2019. Preparation for Good Friday firing. Charles LaFond, Potter We, each of us,…
Holy Week has always been a bit of a mystery to me. Purple. Thorns. Blood. Sins. Covered crosses, Presto-chango revealed crosses. Glum faces as if they are hearing the story…