Freedom: Her name was Linda

It was 1963 in Bethany, Oklahoma. I didn’t know it was considered dangerous to be friends with the girl who laughed and skipped and played just like me. I didn’t know that the adults in my life, had they paid attention to our friendship, would have whispered in my ear that she was nothing like me. May we each consider the stories of our lives and how they impact not only ourselves, but others. May we be curious. May we do better as we know better.

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On Breath, SoulStrolling, & Two Pandemics

Anything is possible! These are the moments we need right now. The moments where we step outside of ourselves, when we fall into the deep sea of longing that beckons us, when we release any knowledge of right doing or wrong doing and come up from the airless space that we swim in and we BREATHE.

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Early morning musings: moons, mania, & power

Take a deep breath and sink into your body wherever you are. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be. Only here. Only now. Know this: You are safe. You are loved. Breathe again and repeat: I am safe. I am loved. I trust that all shall be well. Pretty powerful stuff, yes?

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Are you willing to be uncomfortable for social justice?

I believe in love, the healing power of art, and social justice for all people. My role at this time in history is to continue to explore and find the places where those things intersect. I'm trying to do better. I hope you'll come along with me!!

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because art & poetry are essential

All is upside down. All is backwards. The place in-between.

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