Sacred Playground

my favorite memories growing up are playing outside.

i’m three years old in Germany chasing hobos and eating wild strawberries in the Black Forest.

later i’m 11 years old in San Antonio, Texas

before sunrise watching herds of deer bound through the woods

beyond the barbed wire fence bordering my trailer park.

where else have i felt this alive, curious, and brave?

in Alateen meetings, sitting in a circle revealing our worst.
we all had alcoholic parents trusting we all know what crazy is.

and Wild Woman Gatherings stretching my comfort zone
wailing wretched sounds from the bottom of my lungs,
deep in the woods outside Fort Worth Texas

a theme emerges in my life
WILD

later i’m sitting in my garden at the Sunflower Co-op-South Austin.
i hear the live music from South Congress and Auditorium Shores converging.
while the big oak trees and wild patches disappear, wild people are moving into these spaces.
musicians, artists, entrepreneurs show up and share their art.

I open the gates of my emotional landscape.
deep cracks and crevices appear.

can i let my sweat and tears flow and let the sound of being human be heard?

beyond my fierce gargoyles a slight path emerges.

winding through wild patches and gardens the groove of my authenticity widens.
my path leads me to my front door of my home.
home. family. community.
my sacred playground.