by Inger | Apr 14, 2024 | ancestors, embodiment, inner work, Unnamed
Yesterday, as I drove into the sun with tears streaming down my face I wondered why it hit so much harder this year. Memories of her face melting as she held my daughter for the first time bubbled up, breaking the surface tension of a momentary stoicism. A woman...
by Inger | Mar 23, 2020 | Unnamed
wherever i go i shallsew seeds of simplicityplant bulbs of beautypot hale and hearty herbsdot fruit trees in the tiniestor most generous of plotsscatter seeds along the vergeand be faithfulit matters notthat the yarrow takes over a bedand then departs for a...
by Inger | Jan 23, 2020 | Unnamed
I had heard of rapé and was sure I wasn’t interested but as our guide continued around the circle curiosity began to replace resistance. As he quietly approached my mat I nodded my request and we whispered words I didn’t hear as he loaded the kuripe with powdered...
by Inger | Dec 20, 2019 | Unnamed
i fall with brothers and sisters from this life just pastleaf litter, in a rotting, mouldering, fetid massto become the forest floorthere is no scent of the newness of lifeall has been released the summer of this love has shed meas surely as a tree sheds leavesi’ve...
by Inger | Dec 4, 2019 | Unnamed
I made this advent calendar when my daughter and my inclination to decorate for the holiday still lived at home. These days my daughter no longer lives at home, I somehow have more time yet not always enough to tend to daily routines and what my soul requires,...
by Inger | Oct 22, 2019 | Unnamed
When I write I often feel hesitant to write from the perspective of we, but even more so from the sole perspective of I. It’s a conundrum every time. Will this piece speak to anyone else? Is it clear that the story is personal parable? Or does...
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