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What Comes Next

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 24, 2026| 1 Comment »


inspired by a talk from Ezekiel Fugate


There was time when
there were no eyes on earth, 
says the cosmologist, who adds
that then, as a collective,
we created a new way
to perceive what is here.
With cones and rods, irises and lenses,
a new organ of perception
eventually appeared, 
something we now take for granted. 
Tonight, I gathered in a small room 
filled with glorious, basic humans.
We sang about unity, we sang 
about wonder, we sang about 
community and the beauty 
of the world. And I felt something
something of survival in it.
I don’t know how it works, 
this communal making
of a new organ, but I do know 
that when we sing together, 
it’s as if we’ve put on sacred glasses, 
lenses that help us see love,
that help us be so much more aware
of the goodness all around us, inside us.
Though I can’t fathom this new organ, 
what it might help us perceive, 
I imagine it might have something
to do with connection, and I submit 
myself to its inevitable invitation 
to show up in a new way,
to deepen our capacity for communion. 

to learn more about Ezekiel, visit here: https://deepbelonging.org

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What Is Here?

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 31, 2026| 10 Comments »


 
 
On this gray morning, sitting on the porch,
my whole self tunes and re-tunes to a single 
swallow stitching figure eights above 
the field, attunes to garden marigolds
all radiant and red, and wetland rushes 
wicking gold, the river currents thick 
and brown from mudslides after last night’s rain,
the sour scent of autumn in the air—
 
and for a time, I’m charged with raw contentment, 
visceral and deep. How is it true
that if I could, I wouldn’t change a thing—
this moment forged by ache and grace, this hour
that knows no striving, this wet-winged astonishment,                  
this quiet koan: nothing’s missing.

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Why I Go Nordic Skiing in the Woods

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 2, 2025| 4 Comments »


 
 
Because the world.
And then, with one step,
I slide into snow-mind
in which I am glide,
sun-bright and crystalline,
field-vast and drift-found,
a boundaryless being
of sparkling immensity
moving inside a glittering realm,
and whoever else I might be
in the small world of rooms
and stoplights and
screens and keys is not lost
exactly, but is too little here
to not see beyond as I become
soft meadow, receiver
of birdsong, inhaler
of evergreen, an ecstatic
point in infinite space
sliding from grace
to ever expanding grace.

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Falling In

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on May 2, 2023| 9 Comments »

with thanks to Joi Sharp

There’s a lovely Hasidic story of a rabbi who always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture on their hearts. One of them asked, “Why on our hearts, and not in them?” The rabbi answered, “Only God can put Scripture inside. But reading sacred text can put it on your heart, and then when your hearts break, the holy words will fall inside.

―Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith


Again today I rest my hand above my heart
and feel how naturally the body softens,
how simple it is in this moment to forgive
myself for thinking I should be anything
but what I am. Hello air that fills
this body. Hello life that pulses through.
Hello mystery of gentling. Hello self
who would resist. I rest my hand
above my heart and think of how
for many years my teacher laid
her teachings exactly there—
placed them right where my hand is now
so that when my heart broke,
the teachings fell in, just as the Rabbi
once said they would.
I think of how it saved me, this falling in,
how in that terrible breaking moment,
what had been understood only by the head
became blood, became breath,
became every step, every unstep,
became nerve, became bone,
became true.
I rest my hand above my heart
and feel how this, too, is the tenderest of teachings—
to say yes to the body, to ask nothing of it,
to feel in the palm the miracle of heart beat,
and fall in, fall all the way in.  

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Beyond Words

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 5, 2022| 10 Comments »


for Daisy


And though I expect the bride
to say I do, I don’t expect her
to say it with such sweet candor,
both syllables thrumming as if
they each have a heartbeat of their own.
I do, she trills, thrilling in the promise
to have, to hold,
to love from this day forward.
Her voice is a meadowlark,
a bright flush of wing and song,
and what can I do but laugh
and weep into that golden moment
when I and the others gathered
know ourselves not just as witnesses
but as the lucky wind
that touches such beauty
then lifts it up for the world to see.  

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Getting Messy

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 5, 2020| 2 Comments »

I like when

your eyes haze

with mystery

so I know myself

more sculpturally

and remember

how to brow,

how to jowl,

how to cheek.

I like when

we lip,

more smear

less line,

when we belief

less tidy,

more smudge

more shine.

I love when we

smile through

shadowy mess—

when we face

less certain,

more suggest.

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