Fall in the Spring

Been seeing many feathers falling from the sky -- wonder if a bird in flight is ill, or perhaps out for a thrill with a reluctant chick-a-dee...
It's odd, they float up, drift down, move up again. I like watching gravity play with them...
As soon as you think you are destined to fall, the wind may drift you upward again.

How long can you hang in mid-air?

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I'm heading to the Moon!

Since I was a little girl, I was in love with wind, the land, and the proximity of the moon. Her glowing face shed just enough grace to soothe my tears in its quiet light. I felt the depth of her passion, her longing, her loneliness, her strength. I sought the eyes of her face; along with their color, and holding smile. She traced me along the footprint I patted down; little girl beating brown; a tiny hand of mud.

Tangled in more Grapevines

Ways You Can Support 💜 Dear Friends, As I navigate some meaningful transitions this season, I’m reaching out with gratitude and humility. If you feel called to support, here are a few ways your kindness could truly help me and my little family right now: Help us get to León (August 14–21) so the kids and I can spend our birthday week together with loved ones. Contribute to our August rent — a little breathing room would mean a lot. Share resources or curriculum for advanced elementary studies — I’m homeschooling! Help me enroll in an advanced Spanish class. Support with vehicle tag renewal costs. Haircuts for the kiddos. New clothing for the little ones — they grow so fast! Help organizing and decluttering at home. Let me know if your address can be a reliable business address for LAPS correspondence. Let me know if you have a safe space to store a few treasured keepsakes from the kids’ (and my) childhood. Help us host a community birthday c...

Starting a Voyage --- NaPoWriMo 2019

- Sharing a poem a day - National Poetry Month April 1: (no title) Be in your self. Skin in and around the hidden and deep, sharing and exposed, in a place only time remembers. Jessica M. Wilson April 2: Grab somebody & show them your laughter. April 3: Grab a bag and put 20 poets in it. That's us in a rush -- 20 under 60; no time for mic check. Jessica M. Wilson (reading on a budget) #timeclockawareness April 4: Twisted This is me: lonely, thinking if what I am giving you is enough -- to hold my eyes shake my hand understand me. To laugh and play along; pick a part out of this script, until you are able to show me enough of you is what I need, to stop needing an approval of where I belong. Jessica M. Wilson 4/4/19 5:09pm

The mind, a dormant stone

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