Invitation to SEE in the Dark

Shady black rolls into town —comes as stripes of darknessthat infiltrate the spaceThis story begins with the line,“On a dark and stormy night,”it’s an ancient story told —one you may have heard beforewith death as a central point When this thread is told,a cloak of grief descends,a dappled blue fog of sadness hangs,may even lure one towarda grim alleyway of lostnesswhere black is on trial Of all the hues, you see—black is the edgy oneit’s identity has been up in the air for some time— is it all pigments mixed togetheror the absence of light? this confusion has turned black…

Winter Poem

There,mother tree’swinter branches,her bare desolationin brisk air. She, a reminderof strengthin hard times, neitherafraid or ashamedof her raw nature. Her branches aren’t coiled around her trunk;they remain opento let death fly awaywith ease. As the last dry leaf shivers,she allows the wind to takelast year’s resolve. Soon enough,a bird comes to restin her unfurled arms,a feathered heartbeatgrasping at stark vulnerability. She reminds mewhat I need to hear this day:unadorned beautyis needed in the world.New life is around the corner. I am not alone. ONLINE BOOK CLUB ANNOUNCEMENT! Beautiful Women: From the very comfort of your own home, you are invited…

Lay Down Your Weapon and Go Hug a Tree

Listen friends, today, when you’re tempted to place your armor on, to throw on your mask, to pick up your weapon, I urge you to pause. (right here.) Good. Now, open your door. Take a step into the wild beyond, toward the untamed world that lies just past the ordinary threshold of your home. Find a tree that calls to you. The one with crooked branches, or a quick climb up. Find the one with speckled leaves or a skinny trunk. Consider this beauty. It’s for you. Who are you, who am I but a speck of dust when I…