Journey to Your Deepest Self

Sometimes

Sometimes I do nothing all day but stare out the window and watch the garden standing still. Occasionally shifting her feet or scratching behind her ear. A sigh. A sigh. A...

Oracles Everywhere

You who laid an aching arm across my shoulders encouraging. Encouraging? Your face peering into mine. Asking. Was it you? A park in December. Oak trees and chimney smoke. Did you ever know anyone so lost as I was then? Lost in plain sight. When you’re lost you’re a different person. You’re a lost person who’s awake and searching. You notice things and you talk to people you’d normally ignore. There are oracles everywhere all along the street, on the other side of the counter. Taking your money. Handing you the change. Telling you the truth of the universe. How to get home. Whether the oracle sends silence, curses or directions, she tells you the way home. Make a gift of what the oracle tells you. It’s all in the listening. There are oracles everywhere. Still, I don’t know where I’m going. And I’m no longer lost. It’s different now. I’ve stopped pretending I know the way. That there is a way. There’s just the way I’m going. And that could change any time. Any time at all. One oracle said, If you get lost, just keep turning right. When you get used to that, try a left and see what...

A Pleasant Soreness

by Kathleen MacGregor A pleasant soreness I am with today Reminds me of how We danced last night Under the August sky On the cool, green grass With our bare feet And flying skirts. Smell of sweat, wine and white flowers- Bats dipping into the heat Rising up from our bodies. Beautiful friends Reflecting beauty, joy Reflecting love. Even in the waves That washed over us Tumbled us. Wives of grief, of fear Husbands of rage, of anxiety. The drum brought it in. The guitar sang to it Our ecstasy carried it All. Yes celebrate! Setting free those wild Birds of the belly. Beating them from the bush With drumming feet- Shaking down the energy. Coming home. No one’s a stranger When we dance Wordlessly. A pleasant soreness Reminds me of how We jiggled and stomped Quivered and jumped. Twirled and swayed. Joining arms Then letting go. The flesh and the soul. It was exactly as if We were...
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