I walked with my friend into her darkness yesterday. She is in the midst of raw pain from a new divorce; lonely, shaken, exposed, angry, wild, and new. She was breaking loose from years in shackles. She needed to at once curl into her tenderized soul and nurse the open wounds of failed dreams and yet spread her wings in the updraft of full abandonment. I followed her into the darkness like a cautious … Continue reading Into the Darkness
we strive to find a silence that is so elusive in the cacophony of our own minds, but the silence of others is maddening. Continue reading Silence
morning hangs heavy
saturated
warm;
my preoccupations
palpable
even to the
tiny creatures
of the suburban
understory,
what with their
fluttering
scurrying
pecking Continue reading Birdbrain
Here’s to the mamas
who sniffed the necks of their newborn babies and those who
could finally stop pacing when the adoption papers came through. Continue reading To all the Mamas (a toast)
Just a field of weeds? Or maybe it’s a million chances for wonder. ©Vixen Lea 2020 Continue reading Dandelion Clocks (a haiku)
as the churning cacophony
of humanity
suspends, floats
and settles
each anxious human face
tucks neatly in its house Continue reading Cocoon the People
The juxtaposition of being a fragile human and a strong parent has never been more intense than this moment, during these times of global anxiety and local restraint. My children are young enough that they deserve to reside in the soft web of innocence a little longer. As parents, we are the weavers of this ethereal web, our sleight of hand holding the chaos at bay. These fibers become more tenuous each year, as our children’s arms and legs grow longer and their eyes begin to see farther into the truths of the world. Continue reading On wearing the Mom Suit
I feel like I’m waiting
stalled out
My wheels stuck in mud.
Waiting to move again
to breathe out
to reach out
to unclench. Continue reading The Fly and I
It’s too cold!
yells the gusty wind
You’ll freeze to death out here,
whispers the dusting snow
You’ll never survive the nibbling deer,
chatters the squirrel. Continue reading Crocus
When life hits you with a sudden blast,
like a strong March wind
that rips fresh buds off eager spring branches,
leaving you staring, stunned, at your bare twigs
wondering if you have the energy reserves to start again… Continue reading A March Wind
