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design • writing • yoga
Category: walking
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Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. —Rumi love poem to the world, #16 The way my brain flares as I dream of you, electric while purple finches sleep hidden in dark branches how egg met sperm in warm depths and became you while the soul of my mother sang in…
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It’s high time. I have to have a talk with my Self. I jump right in. It’s going to be awkward, what I have to say. And Self can be very—fragile and defensive. No sense in beating around the bush. “Self,” I begin (because it’s always good to call people by name, to personalize it,…
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A very dear friend asked how I liked my new place. “It’s like I’m on vacation,” I wrote back. “But underneath it all seems wrong. I’m a little afraid. It’s like the vacation will end soon, and I have no home to return to.” “Give it time,” he messaged back. “I’ve come to believe home…
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It′s a day to remember America was not great back when you were a white child in the white suburbs outside Toledo, in a brand-new tract home in a place called Sylvania.
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Walking this weekend brought to mind a poem I remembered about Ginkgos. Their “yellow fluttering fans of light” never fail to inspire me. I attempt and fail to capture them in yellow/fossil/sucked-in-breath poems. They are the last of their division of tree (Ginkgophyta), all others being long extinct. Ginkgo leaves are found in fossils dating…
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Dear Mama, This year marks twenty-five years without you. I took this photo because this sky made me think of you, tumbling me back to a warm late-summer night when I was a college sophomore. It was the year after Dad died, and the humid air felt heavy with unheld grief. Grammy was not in…
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A poem for my neighbor’s hibicus Furled for the night, see? They’re rolled up tight, like tissue-paper cigars in the moonlight sleeping in the morning they will spin open I’ll be walking past I’ll be sucked in, again will spin with them, six-and-a-half again ballerina fantasy fairy dresses for princesses named Hibiscus, Rosemallow, Swampmallow. The…
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I believe in hope in change in light in dark times in turning off the news in speaking the truth in spreading beauty into the world in the power of small miracles in starting where you find yourself in breathing in the moments To anyone who struggles (which includes, I think, everyone?)—keep trying, keep moving,…
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