my mother began my mornings
by singing to me “it’s going to be
such a lovely day”—
over thirty years later
I still believe her
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daughter, gratitude, mother, poem, poetry, reframe, ritual on March 30, 2018| 4 Comments »
my mother began my mornings
by singing to me “it’s going to be
such a lovely day”—
over thirty years later
I still believe her
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, ritual on August 2, 2014| 3 Comments »
After the smudging of desert sage,
after the wearing of white,
after breaking and eating the bread,
after chanting the Sanskrit words,
after dancing in a circle,
after the secret handshake,
after the incense, the bell,
the candles, the cushion
I sit wherever I find myself
and notice how there
is nowhere that is not
an altar.