I came across this first picture last night. Of a woman. Mother. Mine. Stylin’. Washing dishes in a stream. She happened to be the quietest rebel I’ve ever known. But no one figured it out in her lifetime, or beyond. They said she was
‘For too long, those fluent in the good grammar of civility have deployed decorum to mask agendas of cruelty’. - Zohran Mamdani
Round bowls. Giant, hiding, inside colorful backgrounds. Concealed in square spaces. Oblivious feasts. Like giant elephants in rooms. Looking to escape definition, avoid being talked about, danced around. Refuse to return to visibility.
*N E W* 2022 was the last time we, my comadre Rebecca @rebecca_brooks_art and I, gathered in the pines of Arizona to bring you our yearly retreat. Year after year before that she took me to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We are beyond elated! We m
I love to ‘tetreat’ in Taos! Oh this enchanting place. Nature, architecture, people, and feel. And this retreat specifically at the Mabel Dodge Luhan House. (The food 😳) I’ve been teaching in Taos for many years and keep coming ba
She, 2025, was so raw. So wounding. All of humanity was felt in one collective gut, like in no other year in my lifetime, in loud pounding heartbeats and cries across the various lands. There are billions of people, all are our ‘True Loves&rs
Today is exactly a year since I started writing on Substack, a post each Wednesday. It’s challenging me beyond description and brings me so much joy and growth. Thank you for those of you who visit and participate so generously and lovingly. It
Good company in the center.
Almost 2026 and I will try not to wait for external invitations to live in the fullness of my human experiences. In the full capacity of my breaths. Of my heart to love fully and wholeheartedly. To enjoy the places where I am at, the times I am in, t
Gifts of comfort and discomfort. Care manifestos.
An earthy mother’s luck with a heavenly daughter. Holding space for one another, perpetually. Holding things. Holding on. Holding back, holding in, holding strong, together, then, giving in, giving away what can be given, and keeping the rest
Whisper many languages, jumble them up, until one remains. The language of Yes.
Wishing you all a day of beautiful happenings. Orly 🪬🫀🐦‍⬛ ‘She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried b
*The Importance of NOTHING * A new piece on Substack this morning. 🤍🙏🏻🤍
I want to befriend silence. Again. Like I used to. A long, long time ago. To integrate it in between incessant verbiages. My own and the world’s. To survive Madness. And thrive. To allow space. For something else. Different. Fertile.
Come with me… In 2026 -So far planned in-person workshops and retreats. More, via bio.
Let me peer out at the world through your lens. (Maybe I’ll shudder, or gasp, or tilt my head in a question.) Let me see how your blue is my turquoise and my orange is your gold. Suddenly binary stars, we have startling gravity. Let’s com
Oh beloved soft pinks, peaches, and cream. Come dance with me.
New on Substack: Of Solitude and Floods
A poet is someone who can pour light into a spoon, then raise it to nourish your beautiful parched, holy mouth. Hafiz