THIS IS A TRUE LOVE STORY
In the light of a full moon on St Marks, I slept naked, sharing the air with a flowering gardenia. I asked for my life back. I asked for joy, for laughter, for light. On the first of July, I lay in the...
View ArticleCERTAIN SPRINGS
“The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone. How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business...
View ArticleSONG OF THE OPEN ROAD: BY WALT WHITMAN
(As I put together a book of my every blog post, I am posting retrospective blog posts from the archives for your enjoyment every week. Vive! – Sophie) My favorite poem. A poem for life, a poem for the...
View ArticleIN MY DREAMS
Originally published May 18, 2010. I particularly like this retrospective considering the first picture was the image I used for my engagement announcement in October of 2011, and Big Sur was where...
View ArticleCELEBRATING SAMHAIN
As Halloween approaches, I find myself turning to ancient rituals, the special ceremonies which initially informed this powerful time. Living away from the city I feel porous and open, while in the...
View ArticleWHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN?
To be honest, this question frustrated me when, a few months ago, a bright young woman asked me to answer such a riddle. Shortly, it began to entice me. Lately, it continues to boggle the mind. I put...
View ArticleWILDER CHAPTERS
My boat has tipped over. I’m in the water, wet, annoyed, frustrated and upset. I don’t like this at all. When I was younger I had my feet in the water, safe on the shore. Soon I ventured out to see if...
View ArticleINTIMACY WITH FEAR
“Fear is a universal experience. Even the smallest insect feels it. We wade in the tidal pools and put our finger near the soft, open bodies of sea anemones and they close up. Everything spontaneously...
View ArticleONE WITH THE WILD FEMININE
“In order to converse with the wild feminine, a woman must temporarily leave the world and inhabit a state of aloneness in the oldest sense of the word. Long ago the word alone was treated as two...
View ArticleTHE PRIMAL FLUX
“The best thing about writing is not the actual labor of putting word against word, brick upon brick, but the preliminaries, the spade work, which is done in silence, under any circumstances, in dream...
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