Author Archives: bydda88

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.

Song Washing

It’s sunny here today. Still cool to cold but I’ve hand washed my clothes and have them on the line in the sun and breeze. I like the squelch of water, suds and clothes as I wash them. Rinsing. Straightening … Continue reading

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WInter Solstice

How quick the light closing off for the night. Winter solstice. As if wrapped in a dream, I want to stretch and yet settle into quiet reading, staying close to the wood stove, brewing up yet more green tea. And … Continue reading

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Memories on the edge of Tongue

      It’s been a year since I’ve written here. So much has happened and yet also so little, that paradox of daily life, the struggle with constant fatigue, those dips over the edge into depression, nameless anxieties crowding … Continue reading

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Pooled

Some days the black tide seeps in (depression). Often for reasons I can’t tell or discover. It’s just suddenly there, black, often shiny, with no end of it, no beginning, no land to step back onto, no beach, no edge. … Continue reading

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Tidal Days

Tidal days, sea-foam days that curl and shapeshift, carry the heart on the wind, out and back, out and back. Horseshoe Bay, Port Elliot. Days when I see energy lines, stones that bounce and tell of tides and schools of … Continue reading

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Landscapes of the Heart

I’ve come across love letters, old ones, written me many many years ago. Those times when you’d have to wait days and even weeks for a letter to arrive. I’d be poised, held in and up by moments that stretched … Continue reading

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Dancing Reflections

The dance between, in and out of balance; wherever we go, we are, runs the Buddhist saying. Here the Valley of the Gods, just out of Medicine Bow in Utah, the car that got us there, the warm sunny day, … Continue reading

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