Diaspora

Spraying like spore prints across the land our power lotus flower like made to sprout in mud the muck of our forgotten woe separated from us by the use of clever language that cleaves at self-worth our jeans hang as low as our spirits as our genes cry ancestors turning in their graves twisting double … More Diaspora

Morning Meditation Message 15

Having almost drowned twice I have a sincere appreciation for the air that I can always call upon. You are afraid to die because you love being here, problems and all. Embrace the fact that you love life and all its richness. The roller coaster of experience and the wide-eyed stories you tell, you love it all. Isn’t it true that even the tears feel good when they have been cried? Such sweet emotional release woven into it all. … More Morning Meditation Message 15