Wanda Waterman While I was searching plants out in the forest The foemen of my people took me captive. They burned my fingers pointed in the fire. I didn’t cry, and the women called me brave. Soon I bore a … Continue reading Poem: Flint Fingers
When seeking the simplest forms of meditation, you just can’t beat long, deep, conscious breaths. Mantras are created to help the process along by giving your mind something to focus on so that it can escape its own continuous prattle. … Continue reading Breath Mantra Meme: Open Heart
How sad that so many of us go through life with no idea how much we love each other! If our awareness should be brought to bear on anything, it should be the precious and unique blessing of the existence … Continue reading Journaling: How Sad
Bedroomery What say quilted peacocks and keepsakes in a drawer? What say paisley patch of dead Jane’s nighty Stitches ripped, stitches stitched Our patient’s black hair winding, Stuck in pillow cream? There is the calico ice-cream seller, Here the tottering … Continue reading Poem: Bedroomery
The Mindful Bard 