The Space Between . . .


In the space between what has been

and what will be . . .


rest - dance - play.


with me.

As you gaze at the photos above, what do you notice?

What does "in-between" feel like in your body?

Poetry is not something I write often, yet lately it has been spilling out of me through both movement and words.

For a little while longer, I am holding these poems close to me, resting with them in the field of in-between, and settling into the colors and sensations that slowly spread through my veins and across the sky . . . .

~ Thank you for your presence here ~ 

photos: me, Springfarm Trailhead, Mohonk Preserve, NY. September 3, 2018.