Spices

Compassionate, submerged coyotes

A Mangled Mess

All inside us—man, woman, Child– all one, a mangled mess.

Tree

Her light is a bouquet that loves you.

Let

Let the whole earth be found and known again 

Reflections

the cosmic mirror was there to be enjoyed

Birth

depth that glows alive

Expression

I like to peel away layers of expression and find something like breath beneath.

Knowing

meaning that sometimes I can know and mostly that I cannot

Fly

she leaves us eggs saying you will someday fly and have already begun to yourself

I do

Like a marriage, “I do.”

Symbols

When we clap our hands together, the symbols are meaning.