A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
Category: Becoming
The shape water takes when it remembers itself.
With Me
I only know He goes down with me and I never worry that He’ll drown.
The Ocean Dresses Me New
The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
He Asked, and I Chose Him
The tension leaves my body. I fold into His warmth.
The Furnace Within
The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
Delighted on Aisle Four
Today I am animal-holy.
Refractions of the Wheel
I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
Dove-Grey Joy
Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.
Cinnamon Earth in the Rain
My feet crescendo with the rain.
Descent Into Water
Slow as ice melts, I travel down. Relieved to touch solid ground again after so long in the clouds.
Moonlight Spiritus 