I’d like to turn this into a poem, so I can dance between the spaces instead, because after four decades on the planet, I still don’t know how to define myself in words. So, here I go.

Trust We Can Be — One letter and another, listen to the Universe. Trust we can hear. One heart and another, feel the Universe. Trust we can feel. Letters and hearts make ways, colors, and thoughts. Trust we can be. The house creaks, the heater hums, the cat eats. My center, so centered, my heart…

When it is one of your greatest teachers — Love dies where pain thrives. So why are you running away from your uncomfortability? Where is the need for peace? Or is ego more important than peace? Let us figure out the why together in life. Let us understand in compassion. And for the record, this isn’t about pushing people…

Go ahead and try to sink into the Dead Sea with me Go ahead and try, grains of salt will tell you otherwise Go ahead and float with me above the hate I dare you to go ahead and let go and be free Free of book written words, of…

Ah, to sit here and read poetry out loud all day to the windchimes and tree beings. For now, I can. The windchimes chime, I think they agree. Poems of mindfulness, joy and impermanence, reach the leaves. Ears without headphones, cars swish by, a house torn to its foundation, bangs…

The third line of words you first said to me was, “You are a Godsend.” When I asked when I’d see you again you said, “Every time you close your eyes.” Okay, G. If I write the words, you speak them, my Love, into our Universe. My soul knows you…

Let’s begin to heal our hearts in understanding — In my life, I think the only person I’ve genuinely hated was myself. The word hate, even spoken, was not allowed in my home. I was not permitted to hate anyone. Sure, I dislike what some humans do. Actions. But generally, I think every human I’ve come in contact with…

Stars being love here on Earth — If I could infuse each and every one of these letters with a tangible frequency of love — I’d do it again and again and again. I do imagine it so. Each letter dipped in my inklovewell, my brush with the curves, my brush to the lines. Pencil speaking my…

Nowism with the owls — Two owls hoot in the distance. Early to bed, early to rise gives a woman a whole day before the sun and hearts awaken. But as the rest of the day moves forward, I, too rest. Rest in the darkness. Rest in the silence. Rest in the peace of interbeing. …