Writings, Musings, and Inspirations
If you take a stroll up at Shoreline Park in Santa Barbara, along the sidewalk overlooking the sea, you might notice beneath one of the eucalyptus trees, a small crowd gathered, all gazing up into the branches.
Peace is not something distant, beyond our reach.
It is the essence of the human spirit, seeded in the soul of each of us, no matter how deeply buried.
I’ve been breathing into a whole new rhythm I call oceanic time — the vast sea of consciousness I believe we are all swimming in, eternally.
I save my gratitudes
for the final evening ritual
when all the lights are out –
Solitude
arrived unbidden
with Sorrow in tow,
retrieved from her nightly forays
amongst bony trees and sinewy shadows
barefoot, no buttons or soles,
just a pale gossamer gown,
holy and haunted
by too many naked dreams.
Calling, calling, women rising
in circles, offering mirrors and reminders —
I see you, I know you are powerful, too.
Cloaked in black, she steps out at twilight. Veiled by thick nocturnal mist. Dark stockings and sturdy boots protrude from beneath the ragged hem. Unnoticed, her power under wraps, until the first gust of wind ruffles her luminous black feathers.
