My Abuela Had a Shotgun and My Nonna Sharpened Her Tongue
(after George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”) i come from thick fading see-through-vinyl covered couches and christmas lights that never...
Exploring the emotional landscape of grief and loss, offering tools for processing pain, honoring memories, finding meaning in the midst of loss, embracing healing and building resilience through connection and remembrance.
i pray love with the steadiness of mountain
traveling south to see my 87 year old dad at the park where he has been living in his inoperable...
Lord Christ and the “Spark of Magic”
Yesterday afternoon i spent about 6 hours with a 70+ year-old gentleman named Lord Christ in a gas station parking...
We heal through relationship.
Your soft animal body and your innate survival programing respond to trauma and oppression as a threat to life. Our...
invisibility.
last weekend i was at a comedy show. the comic stood up and said “let’s face it san luis obispo,...
Cinder
“Can we create a space where folks can show up, they can hate their body, not be at peace or...
Traffic and Birdsong
i was taking a yoga class this morning and the teacher read a quote by Byron Katie — something to...
This Body Is Not a Problem to be Fixed
This Body Is Not a Problem to be Fixed This body is an ancient galactic explosion – composed of...
We Let This Happen.
[This morning, the East Bay Express published a detailed article outlining the accusations against Steve Bearman, the founder of Interchange...
Thank You for Loving Me
On love in the great unknown…
me too
“out there” is an illusion. the microcosm is a reflection of the macrocosm. there is nothing that exists within your...
Awake My Soul; What Is It I Need To Remember?
Awake my soul; what is it I need to remember? * * * * * * * * * There...
Small Flame in the Wind
waves of grief, joy, sadness, solidity, gratitude, despair, celebration… i traveled solo to moonstone beach to give myself space to...
Runaway Train
saturday we were given the news that bodhi’s best childhood friend took his own life. i have loved him like...
Sleep Is A Luxury
sleep is a luxury i still have, a luxury i can’t release myself into as i’m caught in the horror...
Cycling With The Moon
Oh life – you got my heart so deeply today. I get to ride the waves of my woman-heart: sensitive,...
September 11th, Violence and Love
I was pregnant with my love child just weeks after September 11th. I remember protesting US government violence in the...