
Unto the deep, the deepness of calling
stepping out as a battered sojourner,
into the beauty and stillness of autumn,
strength comes from struggle and speaking the uncomfortable.
Anger but also grace in the refusal.

Unto the deep, the deepness of calling
stepping out as a battered sojourner,
into the beauty and stillness of autumn,
strength comes from struggle and speaking the uncomfortable.
Anger but also grace in the refusal.

the beauty of autumn is scars
and well -worn wounds,
a weathering soul and willing heart

from the couch to the kitchen
and back again, a SLOW day
of goodness and rest

landscape on the turn
throws me back to another time, another place
in the mountains of Lazio
we gathered to write
taking inspiration from the changing colours
we gathered to share
visiting the ruins in Rome
ice creams and coffees
we gathered to create magic

raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul

a golden morning
tide rolling in with white curls
toes curl into cold



leaves changing colour
chilly strolls with hands deep
in pockets, in wonder and awe

Listen
It’s been said that I am sacred.
That I hold the spirits of ancestors in my pores.
And yet you still seek to possess me. Then take heed.
Make sure you follow the example of the Salish people
and show gratitude. Show respect.

&
One time when I came home crying after being called nasty names at school, he told me to fight back. If I couldn’t use my fists and feet to fight back, he said, to then pick up a brick and use that to fight back instead.