Description of blog

Sometimes I write about the Valley. It is a type of meditation that was developed by Carlo Lopez. You quiet the mind and let your spirit speak to you through elements of the Valley; River, Fire, Lion, your bird to the left, your four-legged animal to the right, to name a few. It is a journey worth making.

Thursday, October 26

The garden in Autumn

Our garden was warm
and the air thick with
the smell of damp earth
and the dirt was painted
with the leaves of fall
and the green of spirit

Wednesday, October 25

The morning

You were warmer than warm,
your hair softer than soft,
your kisses sweeter than sweet,
and I didn't want to go
even for a moment,
I didn't want my face away
from your chest.
But I went on in the day,
feeling still your warmth,
and your hair,
and your kisses
that never left

Tuesday, October 24

Coming closer

It was like
your smell came
to search me
and I leaned in
closer and
closer
wanting to
kiss you

Monday, October 23

Always summer

Yes, I miss the summer
cooking under the sun,
your hand in mine,
tasting the salt of life
on your lips.
But I feel it still,
can taste it still.
We are there and
we are here,
in every moment,
in every tomorrow,
let go of your worries love,
feel this with me

Sunday, October 22

Sword Dance

(A haiku)

How I am happy
To make this sword dance with you
Full of energy

Saturday, October 21

Your touch in the night

(A haiku)


In the night I felt
you caressed my face gently
and I feel it still

Friday, October 20

Ginkgo tree in the night

I see the shadow of the leaves,
realizing
how I waited
for the green to arrive,
how I'm waiting
for the burst of yellow
again.
Now I see
how full
the delicate petal shapes are
lit by the moon
feeling the fullness
also in me

Thursday, October 19

A busy day

And there is the chaos of people,
the bustle of work,
the to and from school,
and I am breathing,
breathing,
breathing...
until finally
in the night
I am breathing with you

Wednesday, October 18

I heard birds this morning

I heard birds this morning,
like the magical ones that
sang to Snow White.
High tones making a
pretty song.
It's ok, I thought.
I went on

I heard birds as I walked,
like the sweet ones that
sang to us
on summer mornings.
Low sounds making a
deep song
just for us.
And I smiled

Tuesday, October 17

Red woman

She dances like fire
and flows like blue
Her feet inhale the ground
and her hands exhale the sky
Her center is pure gold
but light like a feather
And she smiles at us, hun
She invites us to move like her

Monday, October 16

Smelling your haiku

My nose on your skin
my heart smells your air, your breath
I breathe deep, I smile

Sunday, October 15

Eye of a storm

In the hole,
I couldn't see.
In the storm,
I couldn't hear.
In the eye,
I can hear Him
I can see your smile
and I can breathe

Saturday, October 14

Nuestro verano de amor

En ese momento
escuché las ondas
sentí el olor de sal
y del café en tus labios
sentí el calor
de tus manos
Y besé nuestro verano
tan lleno de amor
Y les sonreí
a los veranos que llegan

Friday, October 13

How to heal

I feel the flames
tickling our skin
when we're together

You kiss me,
I laugh

I kiss you,
we smile

We breathe,
you heal.