1 The River of Life — The Art of Living, 3 The Power of Arrival, Blog, Deep Ecology, Indigenous Science/Wisdom, Personal Resiliency, Poetry of Resiliency, Self-Change, Spirituality
Oh to be erotically alive in this world!
What joys and sorrows are sure to visit
and to be willing to let each in
to so receive the embrace
of unspeakable beauty and wonder and heart break
1 The River of Life — The Art of Living, 3 The Power of Arrival, Blog, Deep Ecology, Eco/Positive/Depth Psychology, Personal Stories, Poetry of Resiliency
Oh here you go again Larry
with another of your “Have you…” poems…
But truly
have you even smelled the air today
3 The Power of Arrival, 7 The Shadow Realms, Poetry of Resiliency, Raves
Call me brother if you are born of a mother Call me brother but not lightly Call me brother in mutual honor Call me brother if you will hear my…
2 Our Ground of Being, 7 The Shadow Realms, Blog, Indigenous Science/Wisdom, Leadership, People, Poetry of Resiliency, Politics, Spirituality, Wild Wisdom
RISING UP—TOGETHER I I see youOh you little manbecause I have one in me toothough you sit in the highest office of the landa bully noweven as an old manjust…
1 The River of Life — The Art of Living, 2 Our Ground of Being, Blog, Cosmology, Deep Ecology, Inspirations & Strategies from Nature, Navigating the Narrows, Personal Resiliency, Poetry of Resiliency, Self-Change
My skin grows scratchy and itchy
and I sense the time for shedding
is again come upon me
as the self I thought myself to be
is both too large and too small
for meeting the challenges of my days
1 The River of Life — The Art of Living, Blog, Personal Resiliency, Personal Stories, Poetry of Resiliency
My sister died yesterdayand now as if seeking to be seen more clearlyat 2 AM will not let me sleepBeverlyn Kay GloverJuly 15, 2020—January 7, 1947with experimental brain tumor surgery…
2 Our Ground of Being, 3 The Power of Arrival, Blog, Deep Ecology, Indigenous Science/Wisdom, Navigating the Narrows, Personal Resiliency, Poetry of Resiliency, Spirituality
I woke this morningto rise before Sunseeking witness of virgin shafts of lightdancing with shadows whilepiercing the bows of tall Ponderosas andcaressing towering Firs too I unzip the door of…