two selves dancing


I rock, sway in this dance of selves
one drawn to dally, drift, dream;
one pulled to tasks – none essential
though demanding Do!  Deliver!

One drawn to dally, drift, dream
pinned down fast by expectation
though demanding Do!  Deliver!
these tasks are naught but noise and vapor.

Pinned down fast by expectation
I struggle to be free from all
these tasks – naught but noise and vapor –
better to be the stuff of dreams.

I struggle to be free from all,
merge dancer and work weary other;
better to be the stuff of dreams,
idea and action reunited.

Merge dancer and work weary other
one pulled to tasks – none essential.
Idea and action reunited
I rock, sway in this dance of selves.


* This pantoum is an experimental poet-partner prompt between Sarah W. Bartlett and Jeannine Bergers Everett.This initial project started as a dialogue/riff on our respective blogging about wholeness and living a divided life. We are poet-sisters-of-the-heart who continue to cook up surprising and delicious new concoctions. So sit back, pour another cuppa, and enjoy!!

a nod to a nod


So I’ll admit it: my ego gets revved up when someone actually notices/likes/comments in a positive way about my writing. Or my work. This is no exception. My ever so lovely AND inspiring writer colleague/friend, Jeannine Bergers Everett of MobyJoeCafe, has named me among her picks for two blogging awards which I add with pride to my sidebar.

Ever since I started this blog last April – as in seriously paying attention to its form, content, and regular feeding – I have become more aware of the nuances of others’ blogs. Let me see if you agree that the following also deserve mention as LOVELY and INSPIRING:

Jena Strong introduced me to blogging. She worked on early posts in a class she took with me. Now she has an inspiring blog, a memoir, striking photos and raw, to the heart writing that will knock your socks off.

Beth Lodge-Rigal is a sister facilitator of Women Writing for (a) Change, which she does with panache and deep soulful spirit in Bloomington, IN. Her school’s blog is a work of beauty, consciousness, relevance and community.

Phebe Beiser is another WWf(a)C sister, whose blog, The Goddess Babe has, like Phebe herself, opened my eyes and heart to cultures outside my own with gentle humor, humility and passionate intensity.

And Mary Pierce Brosmer, fierce feminist, vivacious visionary, loved leader and wise woman extraordinaire – visit her site, learn about how she is changing lives, and see what you think. Have I made good choices here, or what?!!! Continue reading

barn yoga


She smiles, encouraging us
to follow her lithe arms
in their graceful arc

smooth unbroken sweep
of head, torso, hand down
the standing leg, then up, over

her voice soothing as sonorous chimes
in gentle breeze, lulling me
into soft response, malleable

and mute. I bend, sway
attuned to this moment
beneath high beams, expand


morph into air borne grace
as if to take flight, follow
the swooping swallows into light.


integrating the feminine


My mentor, Mary Pierce Brosmer – author, fearless feminist, wise leader, founder of Women Writing for (a) Change, and long-time friend – is embarking on her own conscious feminine experiment. I offer here a link describing in part a new course she will be teaching in Cincinnati: ‘ a Co-ED apprenticeship in the integration of the feminine into organizational life.’  Perhaps these ‘what-if’s’ will spark discussion here as well, online or in our own writing circles.

What if I said “leader” and it evoked an image of someone who always kept sight of: What’s in the middle? What are we gathered here to give life to? 
What if she told her own stories and made space for yours? and asked, “What can we make of this?” rather than “Whose fault is it?” 
What if she didn’t privilege some stories over others for the sake of political correctness or the need to appear cool or in the know? 
What if she had the courage to ask, “What’s going on in the room right now? What isn’t being said? What am I feeling? What are others feeling?” 
What if she spent time and energy creating spaces for people to generate meaning, to learn to take risks, to tell the truth, to make commitments? 
What if she were courageous enough to integrate life-giving and soulful tools into his practice – circles, silence, flowers, poetry, stories, knowing that it might expose him to ridicule, knowing that it would expose her to ridicule (if the leader is a woman)? 

What if she had enough integrity and imagination to connect measurement with meaning, innovation with tradition, growth with periods of rest (knowing, all the while, that the culture reveres and rewards disconnection, “pure genius” “scholarship”)?