Casino Lady
Short piece of written prose on lady luck, human folly, the illusion of control, coming to terms with luck’s whims, learning to play the game.
Cowboy New Year
Written prose, a perspective of the new year during Capricorn season; honoring time, recognizing limitations, observing rest.
Piro and Roses
Writing prose, remembrance of our past selves, siblings growing up, growing apart, special moments in youth, the fire of hope and youth.
Ancient Stag
Written prose, referring back to our natural selves, seeking safety in the natural world, keeping it real, authenticity, spirits in nature.
Omens on the AM
Synchronicities, finding meaning in the everyday, giving meaning to, reverie, realization, family curses.
Stripping Down
Writing prose, the new role of a middle aged woman, going back to simplicity, realness, back to herself.
Paradoxical Karma
Writing though it seems almost impossible at times; writing to find clarity, finding meaning amidst chaotic circumstances, connecting with ancestral karma.
Rite of Passage
Written prose, short piece. A simple walk to the local convenience shop, midday in winter, and the whisper from the wind: it’s more than it appears to be.
Autumn shades
Short piece, written prose. Autumn season, witnessing father’s diminishing body, slowing down of faculties, acknowledging a life lived, senior slowly shedding his body.
Drive
I need only dive in a sea of potential meaning, fish for a description, a new adjective manifest in musical vibrations, from the Avant Garde keynotes pouring into the cabin. So I drive on, protected in a bubble of steel and glass, the inner sea swishes against its walls. Words to give substance, while the horizon turns an angle; the skyline slips behind dull buildings; the ground tilts, and suddenly, this planet might not be as round. I might be traveling along new geometries, passing between time lines, liquid meanings difficult to grasp. Vibratory air waves focus my gaze beyond the windshield’s view, yet the realness of the late morning light prevails on my warm cheeks. Time waves merge and part, colliding oceans rise. I take another plunge deeper, and wait underneath the swaying medium. Sounds ripple in the deepest green, ultramarine meanings in the faint glow of refracted light, a new change of tone, escalation to descent. I’m fishing for messages in a bottle adrift, sent eons ago by faith itself. Reality presses my lower back against the car seat. Behind my streaked glasses the road pixelates unreal. If only an adjective to bring it down here, to a moment, but it lacks sound of word uttered. Yet, it heaves on the rise, another scale up, another turn of the horizon, at sea, still far from any one shore.