Surrender
I I have a message for you Her strong hands Know stuck parts My estranged bones yearn to melt into my soul A primal desire trapped deep in my hips Surviving in fear and disappointment Aching to be free Her strong hands offer permission To become unstuck I weep for fear of freedom A rush of love charges through my veins Mom, are you here? Surrender, she whispers Written in February 2025 after a powerful massage with a witchy healer in Montañita, Ecuador at Casa Del Sol
The Girl in the Strawberry Field
On a hot, sticky day to work I went. Picking strawberries with my new white dress. I was getting hungry so I decided to eat some strawberries. Yum! They’re sweet and juicy. Oh no, I squirted some on my dress. I am getting sunburned. The money I will make will have to go to suntan lotion. My children are probably screaming for me. Only three more hours left. “This job is too tiring,” I said as I fell to my knees. Church tomorrow… what will I wear? My dress is stained and torn My boots are not white but brown. My knees are shaking and I am sunburned and I…
