The Yellow Umbrella

The Dragon Tattoo

There's a Dragon tattooed across my chest. She is red and gold and stretches from navel to neck. She twines between my breasts, her head coming to rest at my throat. She is branded there. So I don’t forget.

He's Interested in Me. Wow. (Part 1)

I started out the new year wondering what I wanted to call in. In the invocation, I wasn't sure if I wanted to experience a specific project - a new book or performance. Maybe travel or some other form of adventure.  But I also knew I didn't want to be limited by what I could only currently imagine. So instead I cast my net out wide - inviting in mystery, the unknown. I challenged myself to be surprised. As you'll hear in this story, the Universe answered. Enjoy.

East, Towards the Rising Sun

It felt like I'd been in hibernation for over a year. Wasn't writing much, felt uninspired, unmotivated. I knew at some point it would shift, that something was happening beneath the surface, but it just wasn't time yet.  And then, at the beginning of the year, things started to shift. I could feel my energy changing, my sap was rising. Though I didn't know what was coming, I definitely felt an excitement, and anticipation that I hadn't felt in ages.  "East, Towards the Rising Sun" was the invitation to my future. Unknown, wild, wonderous. Enjoy.

The Yellow Umbrella

All around, on this very gray day, other people rush by with their black umbrellas and blue umbrellas and brown umbrellas. Then she sees it, about halfway down the block, a flash of yellow, like a butterfly fluttering above the crowd. This episode is a short story. Though essentially fiction, it blends in seeds of my own emotions and experiences with longing, love and letting go. Enjoy.

Home is Simple

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