Friday, July 03, 2009



Water. Clean and serene and hydrating.
The weather. A bright, warm day.
Siestas!
Book: Teaching on Love by Thich N. Hahn
Cotton undies
Movie night
Coloring Books
Dark, smooth skin
Photography
Working out
communing with ancestors, learning
bridges and doorways
healing and creating
smooth skin
serendipity
Our bodies are designed to clean themselves continuously...That is how we stay healthy." Linda Hansen
coconuts
nursing mommies and midwifery
saving for traveling
feeling "alive"
moving into new spaces
crystals
moments where the sight, sound, and touch of my beloved arrests me.
mason jars
kissing and lovemaking
porches and patios
sun-bathing
discovering naan bread, yum
being open, abundant, limitless, allowing....

voice tones

Thursday, June 18, 2009



the purpose of earth is to heal and the purpose of heaven on earth is to CREATE

Monday, June 15, 2009




Love in the pathos of passionate pursuit -- the song the scene the dramatic presentiment -- the longing flipped to belonging -- the soul finding itself doing cartwheels through the air -- realizing balance and proportion are the pillars of form that give shape and coherence to the chaotic uncertainty of that sudden rush of inspiration -- like a match struck -- released -- and setting an entire forest on fire -- leaving death in its wake -- as new life blossoms from the old -- and a poem needs to be born and wrote from the deepest heart that understands the Gift of Grace inspired to re-appear as Empathy cools the flames and warms the cold caves of creative assault -- dark powers of inspired hate -- the force that requires the Will of Humane Loving Desire to put out the fire while we keep on lighting up the world with our songs, with our thoughts, in essence, our love ---india

artist model: india

Thursday, May 28, 2009

When circles meet: One



Monday, April 20, 2009

I am stillness

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Figure

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Lucille Clifton


Won't you celebrate with me

won't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.