may you | a poem

may your voice hover

steadily as your lips form

and tongue widen

to pray

may your skin be palpable

so your dense humanness

becomes your flotation

may you ascend

as you become your own


avian gods before dawn

darkness lingers outside

and the cacophony of chorus commences

before dawn cracks

the avian gods

hurl vocal chantings

one to another –

gliding from pole line to tree branch

calling and cajoling

losing themselves

into the essence

of a slowly awakening earth


how did they do it – the ancient mystics?

for every breath i breathe

is pregnant with gratitude

and its spaces full of joy

now i get why they desired to live

in caves

light kisses her

let’s imagine it

that light kisses both her cheeks

both Sun and the Moon

girl with long dark hair sitting in an empty bathtub

have you…?

have you ever sat in weird places? like inside your closet? or bathrub? or under your dining table? or next to your front door? no? oh right, me neither #sundaze

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Energy work

God, the Divine


Uncovering me, udee

Infused water

Plant medicine

Growing older

Scents: essential oils, smudge sprays

Mystery schools

mirrors essenes

a small prayer: mirrors

who are your mirrors?

may they be kind in their reflection.

may they amplify your glow.

may they hold space for you.

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The name Maya


Quantum physics

Music and human voices in music 

Language, culture, travel

Bewilderment and wonder 

I Am, Morning Page

I am awake, alive

Surrounded by last night’s slow heat

I am present – here in this moment

Slowly becoming alert, spending my morning

Digging the cave of my mind as it opens to the world

I am hopeful – hopeful for today

Ready to be carried by its rhythms and melodies

I am emanating morning glow

My heat bouncing into the day’s adventures

I am within my body, feeling every inch of the space I take up

I am awake alive

Presently emanating the hope that fills my body’s grounds

My soul