The Water Mumbled Mantra Into My Dreams. {poetry}
Children jack-knife off rock perches, lovers kiss, moms float babies downstream cradled in bright inner tubess, lap-happy dogs paddle the water.
Browsing Tag:
river
This Is a Journey of Our Life as a River.
Then one day the rocks simply roll away, and the river again begins to flow in a new direction. Gathering slowly a new momentum for life.
River Spells: Part Three. {poetry}
Joy and sorrow come from the same place. They are two currents of the same river. Follow the flow of either one and you grow your capacity for the other.
River Spells: Part Two. {poetry}
Lying on the big rock at the river, singing old songs with an old friend, out of the blue I say, "I miss my dad." RIP, Dad!
River Spells: Part One. {poetry}
So many beautiful people come to the river, singing songs of gratitude in languages they learned from Native Americans, Eastern Indians, Peruvian shamans.
Dora Saved the Ocean, Can We?
You are polluting the ocean by dumping your party balloons and plastic junk anywhere, and you’re poisoning yourself and your children and their children.
Sung Home: Chapter Twelve. {fiction}
If it didn’t work out at Gila Hot Springs, I would go back to the Gunderson’s, I decided. With the dead people now buried, it could make a pretty nice home.
Sung Home: Chapter Eleven. {fiction}
We hadn’t had much trouble along the way, and had made good progress. After enjoying our long break, I now felt a surging eagerness to be on our way home.
Huntress of the Holy Sound. {poetry}
Come home to the river
lay your body down
give the bones
of the past and future
back to this holy ground.
Sit here by the water
listen to her song...
Mourning the Loss of the Illusion of Self.
We are all in mourning for the journey we have been on to get ourselves here. In this wonderful and amazing moment in time, on our timelines, in her-story.