Let Freedom Ring 07/04/20

Some men are of the opinion that God gave them Earth to rule as their dominion. Beasts to subdue Manifest lands to ravage Peace was slaughtered Its Peoples were called Savage. Modern generations birthed beneath fluorescent glows God became irrelevant when man learned fire all his own. But I’ve always felt more akin to Icarus…

The Long Ride Home pt. 1

In 2017 I told myself, “When I move to Portland, I’m going skiing after work.” I moved here one year ago, and for the past 2 months I’ve been gratefully skiing on the Earth’s mirror, scarcely believing this is home now. It was one of those dreams we all have like building a house, visiting…

Fast Slow Disco part 2

Through the healing process you begin to breathe. You accept the fact that some things in your life will never change. You cannot take back what happened especially things that never should have occurred and heartbreaks never meant to be inflicted. But you move forward with gratitude for the beauty and people planted in your…

The Great Soul Kitchen

This year of chosen solitude has been a solace- a beautiful clearing in the wake of abandoning attachments. To walk in mountains is to walk in part of your soul. Returning to your breath is a returning to your life in this present moment. Everything else is an adornment distracting us from the real essence…

Running Up That Hill

She spoke out of the side of her mouth on a sunny Seattle morning,  “I lost 4 kids to the state. I was the one who wasn’t supposed to make it, but I did. It took two decades and finally my fifth child to get it all together, and now I help parents who are…

Avalanche Gardener or The Slow Migration of Change

The slow migration of change sometimes begin within waves which look like endings. Or in this case snow tracks on a northern slope that suddenly descend into hardy dirt paths- overlooked & abhorred for their non-eloquence. But sometimes the dirt is where you find yourself standing. There’s nothing particularly pretty about soil on its own….

Behind the Sun

Behind the Sun- I wasn’t ready for things I once wanted. It’s a weird sigh of freedom An aloof relief comes after losing. Drink alone from your inner gourd. Reach out; Stretch past the belly of your breaking. Shove your nude emperors out into the forests Out of your front doors. Holographic victories Fall hollow…

HomoErratic- Same as it Ever Was

“Omg. This is what my clients must have felt like.” That’s what I said when I called MHMR- Mental Health Mental Retardation of Texas. I found myself dialing the same number I referred at least 300 people to as a social worker. The Universe. That old crafty bish. Playing the long con. I’m not used…

After the Goldrush/Lost inside the Forest

True to nature I chose the complicated hike that found me lost and turned every which way around. Stuck for hours somewhere in a long wilderness loop in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Colorado keeps calling me back, an unintended disciple. The lessons becoming easier to learn as I let myself be broken to the teaching. It’s like we’re always on the cusp of knowing, like that point in your day drinking a coffee and laughing with your best friend, or on that cerebral scatterfying acid trip when you figured out the universe, or close to climaxing- the constant verge of almost knowing. Then all is ephemeral again. Wisps of genius flowing back into the void. The curse of peering into secret ethers is forgetting all we weren’t supposed to learn.