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Beautiful Failure
Risk failing at something beautifully, wholly, and truthfully rather then never having attempted such feats at all. That’s been my little mantra for the last few months. Most of us expend so much energy scared to just TRY that we never even know the feeling of “accomplished failure”.    And that feeling can be full of light and hope and freedom.   I’d rather have a list of attempts than of “never tried’s”. And I’ve also realized that perhaps, if we just stopped boxing in our “to do’s” and “wants”, and “hopes” with so many boundaries that we̵

“The Hunter” aka Baby M
“She would give them order. She would create constellations” – Thomas Pynchon August 29, 2009 Born at home, a sweet little Virgo.  His mama, a dear friend of mine, magically became the tree that I’d written about just weeks prior in a poem to her.    Her feet rooted, her arms transferring the energy of birth to the walls she pushed into. It is in your blossoming and swaying that you appear to dance, rooted to the earth… You stand grand like a lone Elm on the edge of the wilderness, silently prepared to cycle through rebir

Baby Justice aka birth 60-something
I’m feeling it intensely, even in this sleepless stupor.  Even in this churning and bubbling cauldron of a stomach that hasn’t eaten a proper meal in over 24 hours.   Feeling it so much, and it’s more multi-layered than you can imagine, so much more to it than just… a baby slipped out of her mama’s center into my hands this morning There’s deepness to this story that cannot be told now, more than just… how I watched her obsidian hair floating in her bulging bag of waters as her head emerged My eyes can barely focus on these letters that I type and yet I have to tell you that, in that mom

Harvest Winds
The desert breeze shifts, in what seems like a moment, from a blaze of heat to the cool breath of a child’s whisper. It lifts more than the winged, graceful beasts into the air.    It lifts my spirits, the mood of my children, and the anticipation of new Earth souls born near fireplaces and under the gleam of Andromeda, Cassiopeia, and Pegasus. The air is crisp and wafts of pumpkin, in ovens and on front patios. The clear, smog less light of midday beckons me to keep driving, trudging on until I find that one special place nestled between base of the mountains and the ocean.  That’s a long drive.  I imagine  surprising Jason and telling h