Our Time Here is Borrowed
A poem on the liminal space linking life and death, breath and next breath — and the infinite imprints and revelations in between. Remember:the sight of a firstborn child,the way the body glows bluethen pinkas blood begins its circular journeyoutside the womb. There is a constellation hereforming over time reflected on each foldof skin —the…
Hear Through the Hum
A poem about readiness to launch, and learning to be guided by an inner listening. There is a pathcut between twocliff walls,following course of river.There, dip your hands into the cool stream,gazing forward ready to launchnow,following each flow line. I can do this.You can do this.Slow and steadynow, find the spacebetween strokes,a curl into silence.Be guided by an…
Know the Shape of Wind
A poem on listening carefully for the wisdom bestowed by land and place. When inside walls,yes there is warmthbut also we miss deep knowing of each wind gust shape—the way it howlsin open spaces,burrowing against red canyon ravine,or finding way acrossice on frozen river;We miss feeling(in our bones)the shape of cold airwinding words like artacross landscape,a poem of…
Chart the Map of Stars and Soul
A poem on how dreams can be an invitation, illuminating the path of where we are next drawn. What if the most real layeris herein the dream, a ripple throughreach to surfaceupon waking? A saint, the kiss, a doorway through stone alley — a monastery to the lightor curve of whale’s back,beckoning a glide at nightguidereminder of where to flowbeyond words, connecting with primordial soundacross time and…
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Hi, I’m Lillie. Previously a magazine editor, I became a full-time mother and freelance writer in 2017. I spend most of my time with my kids and husband over at The Brown Bear Family but this blog is for my love of food and sharing my favorites with you!
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