A Space to Remember

Someday I will write about what it means to ‘hold space’ for someone. Someone you love. Someone you don’t quite understand. Someone you know only as a “stranger”. Someone you do not know but love. Someone you do not know and hate. Today, however, all I want to do with this space is Remember. Remember Lori Kaye, z”l. She put herself Who stepped in front of her Rabbi, Rabbi Goldstein, when a lost gunman took his shot. I don’t know Lori. From the words I’ve gathered, she was the light and energy of her Shul. Known for committing mitzvahs (good…

Humble Love

In the spirit of candy hearts and romantic feels as Valentines day approaches, I would like to share a poem I wrote about love. I wrote it for Nicolas. Hoping to show him a bit of how I experienced the relationship and friendship growing between us. humble lovei think of youfree flowing-falling freeborn in giddy burstswith graceburning-buoyantlyfilling a room – a curious lightgreeting-gentlymy world of unknownshumbly asking”do you hear what I hear?” pressing-playfullyin the palm of my handsmall momentsmarveled into stoneand i buzz yellowfrom the place just abovemy belly buttonwhere my truth livesi think of you -and megrowing each otherinto beautifully strangeinstrumentsa two-person orchestrahumming…

Beautifully Strange

It’s a pretty average Thursday at work. I respond to common-place emails and try to sit still. And then I’m completely still. A moment between parking reservations and room confirmations…a moment of grief and longing and nostalgia and wonder and love and light found me. Pushed me properly into my swivel chair. My fingers no longer typing. Instead they relax open as I rest the back of each hand on my legs. A tide of the unknown in the category of feelings heading my way. Yet I sit so still. Oh! Oh…it’s a sensation completely unique in it’s complexity. I’m…

[New Poem] – I Am

      I am an opal: colorful, fragmented       I am a sucker for a swing set! …a little high       I am an artist witch, with a black bear patronus       I am an ally for alliteration created to create!       I am a poem- lines of wonderment, light       I am a romantic. a braless goddess under the moon!       I am a tornado-inspired dancer, greeting the ocean, nude       I am a solo train-traveller, collecting dusk in summer       I…

Captured: When Music Meets Marrow

I found myself entranced. Mystified. Intrigued. Moved to the marrow. I experienced the natural high and astounding beauty of being present. Connected to something far greater than my silly ruminating thoughts. Oh! Just wait until I tell Joan (bad-ass therapist)! She will perk up! Smile over her tea and say “Alas! Progress! Our recently fair-weather friend!” (She doesn’t typically use words like ‘alas’; however, I wouldn’t put it past her). I will tell her about friday using words like ‘ecstatic’ and ‘curious’ and she will reach for her notebook.  Making a note that reads something like: On Friday, November 11th,…

My Small Hope

Hello beautiful friends, Yesterday I finished a very special piece of art. I look forward to sharing with you the details of this creation. Especially since it was created for and inspired by a group of people I’ve recently met ( and in the most vulnerable stage -thus far- in my life). Stayed tuned for that post! In the meantime, here is the small frame of “Hope” I created:     With love & hope, Meg