Author Archives: lbk

September takes me by the hand

Posted on September 1, 2011 by lbk

Spirit Guide of September She comes for me and takes me by the hand. She is tall and I am small. I am a great drag of resistance hanging off her hand. I don’t want to go. I am not … Continue reading →

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where I am, so he is

Posted on August 29, 2011 by lbk

I was standing at the end of the pier with the wind in my hair. I was going to have to go into the water, I knew I was, but it was full of chop and turmoil and I knew … Continue reading →

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buffalo man and lake water woman

Posted on August 24, 2011 by lbk

This is the story of Buffalo Man and Lake Water Woman. He stands on open ground, his feet in the grass, the breath of all his people stirring the day around him. He lifts his head and breathes the wind. … Continue reading →

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I am this

Posted on August 23, 2011 by lbk

A bag fell to the ground and two snakes spilled out, thin and writhing, poisonous. In the panic of feet that followed, the snakes drew themselves up into their own heads, flaring like a lizard’s ruff, the palest violet. The … Continue reading →

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all unknowing

Posted on August 21, 2011 by lbk

My love went into the water to wrestle a whale onto the shore. The creature’s face on the sand was ancient and forgiving. My love went for his knife, while I scrambled for some teaching that might save her. There … Continue reading →

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passing time in silence

Posted on August 19, 2011 by lbk

Fell into a sleep deep as a river, and black and cold, with all the noise on the surface,  chatter and hum, and I — flicker of light — tucked into the riverbed, face into the current, with the long … Continue reading →

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this

Posted on August 8, 2011 by lbk

The Ferryman stands at my back, lending strength to my spine. He is a mighty ally. I want to gift him. I take a fist-sized black river rock from my pocket. I cradle it to my belly, then rest it … Continue reading →

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mind the gap

Posted on August 2, 2011 by lbk

August cracked open on the very first day and breathed through to me, made me stop and look, made me lift my face and listen. What is it? What’s different? Something broke that was pressing, something opened, something suddenly seems … Continue reading →

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the shape of who you are

Posted on July 31, 2011 by lbk

I hesitated to join the jostling fray, preferring the calm of seclusion. The Ferryman said to me, “Wear the shape of who you are on the surface so that when the world flows over you it receives your song.”

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river dragon

Posted on July 26, 2011 by lbk

My love is a river dragon, with scales of gold and red. He doesn’t know I know. Every morning he slips out to walk along the creak. Some days I go with him. Sometimes his words are dragon teeth. Sometimes … Continue reading →

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