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Category Archives: Wellspring
Little Bit
It is difficult to express, starts out messy, dreaming of pockets. I am sloppy and shedding and everything hurts. I find my way to the Wellspring and ask for help with the ache in my head. I see my heart incased … Continue reading
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all the leaving
I went to the Wellspring and couldn’t hold my shape at all. I lifted my hands in supplication and they melted away. “Why have you stayed away?” she asked. I didn’t know. Sometimes I lose the way. Sometimes it seems … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, Night Hawk, Wellspring
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August changes
I go to the Wellspring as a softness in the air, the blurred edge between leaf green and sky gray. She receives me with a smile. I see suddenly that she is my buddha nature. There she sits, so serene. … Continue reading
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secret field of flowers
I went to the Wellspring. I was liquid and flowing. I was Wellspring. We laughed at that. I gifted her with the way the light chipped through the leaves. The bear came. He was warm and smelled earthy. I buried … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, Days, Deer Man, Fox, Wellspring
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until we are rested
I go to the Wellspring. I am full of splinters. Shrapnel. “Why do I always get so full of splinters?” She applies leaches to suck the splinters out. I sink down limp and baggy. “I would like to be a … Continue reading
Posted in Night Hawk, The Grandmother, Wellspring
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fit
I stand in front of the Wellspring with great chunks of me falling off. I keep picking up the pieces and trying to stick them back on. It’s distressing and awkward and hopeless. I look to the Wellspring for help. … Continue reading
Posted in Seasons, Wellspring
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enthusiasm
I go to the Wellspring. She sits golden and serene, the water of light flowing up through her and out the top of her head, falling back into itself, an endless return. She is in me, the Wellspring is, everything … Continue reading
Posted in Night Hawk, Wellspring
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no difference
I went to the Wellspring, but could not see her there where she always is. I sat and looked out over the scrabbly ground, breathed in the scent of rock and brush and feather. The stillness of the place welled … Continue reading
every day there are knots to untangle
Today my teacher said: Imagine a long line of suitors each bringing you some version of your heart’s desire. Let them present their offerings to you, one after another. See what you discover. I didn’t want to play this game. … Continue reading
from now on
This is not the beginning. Some beginnings pass without note and it’s not until you are well on your way that you think to begin to tell it. This is like that, begun where I am, somewhere down the road, … Continue reading
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