Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

I Have Always Loved The Gaps, The Spaces Between Things, As Much As The Things. I Love Staring, Pondering, Mulling, Puttering. I Love The Times When Someone Or Something Is Late-there's That Rich Possibility Of Noticing More, In The Meantimepoetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is So Much We Overlook, While The Abundance Around Us Continues To Shimmer, On Its Own.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body.

There Is A Place To Stand Where You Can See So Many Lights You Forget You Are One Of Them.