of course you would, dear shaman, 

choose this day for your croning

this very day in time

a time of wild tumultuous 

neverending wonder

dumbfuckery at its best

the world on its ass

and still the caged birds sing

your role has begun

the stirring, the churning

has begun

enter stage right

the time is now to question 

it all

lay brakes to 

anything which cannot

heal

find the seeds

and dance peace upon them

wear your crown proudly

dear condor

yet go humbly

and softly even

the time for listening

is now

As if on pause

we await

the wonderfully wild 

cascading melodies

crashing in ecstasy against 

cold wet rock

come back,

it has to come back

we will make it come back

the orders are written

if you feel love

feel it wildly, with reckless abandon

if you feel joy

tiptoe naked on the stars

if you feel fear 

dance her back to

the earth where she came

send her home

to heal

dance

dance 

dance

into our time

our time to see

to be seen

to love

and be loved

to be

and be

and be

 love in the time of covid, 

wendy

Nothing that i can think of gives me greater joy than taking Ella to the river, letting her off leash and watching her play while i meditate with the river. 

Ella smells everything....she scopes out all the places where people have camped...finds some very interesting things...

and then races to the river at full speed, throws her little nose in and then goes again full tilt through the forest like it was an obstacle course designed just for her. 

and in a split second she will go from running to calm because something caught her nose on the way by....

she comes to check on me every few minutes as i sit and stare and then she runs off again on her next adventure. 

i wonder if she knows that when i grow up i want to be just like her.

OK i have to tell you what I did on black friday......i got up, rubbed my stupid puppy's tummy, contemplated throwing something in the slow cooker but opted for a long bubble bath (longer than usual) instead, chatted with some soulmates, listened to a few tunes, got ready for work, walked a few people through a few crises, took a break, ate a great lunch and met some new people, came home, chilled with my first born and got caught up on some shit, tidied the kitchen a bit, played with the stupid dog again, put my feet up and then went out with 3 beautiful goddessess to hear danny michel at lmc. i laughed, i sang i cried. and now i'm basking. thank you life 

all i wanted was for you to show me 

that you loved me in some way...

to feel magic again

to look in your eyes and see love

reflected deep in my soul

to feel your heartbeat next to mine

to laugh, to cry, to dream

with you

my breaths are shorter now

fighting to not take it all in

but we all know resistance is futile

in the war of love

my heart will always be with you

you'll find me in the darkness

and maybe even in the light

happy places wash our minds 

of the insanity 

 the internal stew 

brewing for revolution

cry out! cry out !  

the screams of the lunatic 

who dares to speak of the moon and stars 

while gently rocking herself to sleep 

on an endless 

summer night sky

Dear Canada

maybe we got what we needed
maybe we got what we deserved
maybe we can plant some wildflowers
and pull up some parking lots
maybe there is more room for many voices

Our voices must continue to be heard

in every single corner of this country
yet our borders do not define us
We are global citizens

and it would be cool if we all stopped killing the earth

I have been and will always be

trouble.
best the world knows this upfront.

i have finally found the right kind of trouble
trouble that challenges the dominant paradigm
trouble that violates policies and procedures
trouble that asks difficult questions
trouble that seeks to disrupt
trouble that gets into a lot of fun.

finding my tribe has been a series of fortunate events

today i hear their voices
their heartbeats
their song
in every choice i make
i hear the echo of hope, desire and freedom
like a gentle humming of bees
blissfully sucking on nectar

i carry my mother, and her mother
and her mother before
with pride
and resounding determination

don't fuck with the mother
just don't