Transmutation

I spill ink in controlled rivulets across an unstained page, setting down with curves and flourishes the tangled, unintelligible, intangible emotional illiteracies of my mind now transmuted into words and phrases, provoked into life, and now chained irrevocably into place by pen, hand, and mind.

-gws

When I Feel Small

When I feel small and vulnerable, I turn to that which is wondrous and vast, and remember I am Her daughter and in Her care.

-gws

Spirit Well

Diving deep into the spirit well

Pulling deeply from the stillness there

Submerged in the star womb of the loving Mother

Surrendering my struggles into her loving arms

Hearing her lullaby whispering gently to me, “Be at peace.

You will fight again tomorrow, but for today, rest with me.”

-GWS

California Christmas: a weird love poem

It's a California Christmas
Where it's 70 degrees
And the palm trees are a swayin'
In the California breeze

The desert winds are blowin'
And the state is burning down
But we take some comfort knowin'
Santa's still comin' to town

The mountain tops are barren
Of familiar Sierra snow
'Cause climate change is ragin'
Changin' the world we know

So on this Cali Christmas
Hold your loved ones tight
Remember what's important
As you live your Cali life

The fog is ever faithful
The sequoias still stand tall
On this California Christmas
Prayin' "Bless us one and all."

gws