Tag: motherhood

  • The Time Of Dying

    The Time Of Dying

    Fall, autumn, the time of dying.A great adventure into sleepy peace.Winter, dormant, invites slowed paces, introspection. Don’t flee impermanence for warmer climates,denying death even in seasonal preferences. All of these bodies will die. All of them, every single one. Birth, so celebrated, not its mess and goo and poo,not the true transition of a mother’s […]

  • Time Alone

    Time Alone

    My heart rate is up, a thin sheen of sweat builds at my temple, they’ll be home any minute… or maybe not, maybe I’ve got two more hours.  I wanted to put the laundry away, play music, finish up loose ends for work, meditate again. I catch my body moving in jerky spasmodic motions, not sure […]

  • End of Summer

    End of Summer

    End of summer marks time passing, watching beautiful child grow, almost three now, a blink and an incredible journey. Each moment presents itself full of glory, fear, pain, love, pleasure, trepidation, as though it is all that ever was, gathering all focus and attention, a storm’s lightning flashing. And then it is gone. The next […]

  • Dear Wolf

    Dear Wolf

    Dear Wolf, my son. You make me want to sing. You make me want to write poetry, to dance. It’s as if when you passed through my birth canal you broke open great crashing waves of creativity that I thought were fancies of my youth, left long ago to die. On your sixth day of […]