Three Poems About Spring
April is National Poetry Month! So take a few minutes to enjoy some fun springtime poems by yours truly to celebrate the joy of Spring, my favorite season. Continue reading Three Poems About Spring
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The Circle (poetic reflection on lessons of 2020)
As 2020 nears its much-awaited end, I reflect on the lessons of this year. We can no longer afford to believe that we, as humans, are outside the laws of nature. Continue reading The Circle (poetic reflection on lessons of 2020)
Snow Day (or, Why we didn’t log on to eLearning)
Sometimes I think we just need to remember to follow our hearts in whatever direction brings us the most joy, even if that means that we put off those mundane responsibilities for a bit. Continue reading Snow Day (or, Why we didn’t log on to eLearning)
After the Rain
Nature has much to teach us, not the least of which is humility. Though life itself appears linear, when we widen our perspective we can see the overlapping cycles that enable all living things, including humans, to thrive. Conflict and strife are human concepts, born of our over-active egoic minds. Continue reading After the Rain
Halloween Haiku
Veil lifted, moon bright.Ghost and ghouls rise, clambering.Spirits wake tonight! ©Vixen Lea 2020 Continue reading Halloween Haiku
To be a Woman
Moving video honoring the power of womanhood Continue reading To be a Woman
Lessons from the oak
There stands a pin oak
straight and sturdy in our front yard, her trunk mottled by
nubs of amputated limbs, lobbed off for daring
to venture too close to a neighbor’s roof;
here is where the bark grows stronger, each wrinkle
a testament to her wisdom
and survival Continue reading Lessons from the oak
One Question: What are your Dreams?
Dear Humans of the World:
I have one question for you.
What are your dreams? Continue reading One Question: What are your Dreams?
Pandemic Journaling
This was a fun and liberating creative writing exercise: I went back through my journals dating from the start of the coronavirus closures and read through my scribbles. I pulled out words and phrases that jumped out at me. Once I pieced them together I had created a poem that described the twisted and ragged weeks of quarantine and reopening. Continue reading Pandemic Journaling
The Middle Ages
Middle Age. Middle Ground. Halfway Point. Up the hill; down the hill; over the hill.
What’s next? Who am I now? Continue reading The Middle Ages
