Creativity’s Grief

I used to feel an impossible sadness inside of the things I wanted most. Deep inside the thick color of paint or a beautiful design coming to life, there was my dread. My grief buried behind the pigment and the thread. I would turn my head away. I would close my eyes tightly and graspContinue reading “Creativity’s Grief”

In the Meadows

Does Ease still know my name? Though I wandered in the valleys of doubt In the shadow of strain Swam in rivers of anger In rage and loathing Does love still know my name? I toiled in the mines of Ugly Tearing away at the walls of disease Does the light still know my name?Continue reading “In the Meadows”

Into the Cold

The world became scaryScaryColdAnd I wanted to run backTo the places I knowWhere I feel safeThose pockets, or streamsWhere the world is blocked outA warm fog of yellows and brownsCarries me,And the world is distant. No, stay. I stayedIn the coldIn the realization of the coldBriefly, feeling the scary worldCold and blustering. I said, HebaContinue reading “Into the Cold”

High Altitude

Yesterday we hiked to the top of a mountain and it was beautiful. It’s my favorite hike here, with my favorite views. About a third of the way in, you walk through a forested area. I call this area sacred ground. There’s something there that I can just feel. It pulsates through the tree rootsContinue reading “High Altitude”