last year, on Thursday July 21st, my uncle David left his earthly body.

personal musings, poetryayreÁnna RossSeptember 19, 2022forgiveness, healing, family, ancestors, deathComment

reclaim wonder, embody joyful action… seriously

sitting in meditation this morning, i had what felt like a profound realization. it seemed pretty obvious immediately afterward, but i think it felt profound in the moment because i was experiencing it in my body.

RE;generating, RE:memberingayreÁnna RossSeptember 7, 2022wonder, responsibility, taking action, embodied actionComment

late bloomer

this poem is part of a self-inspiring 40 days of poems to help prime my writing pump. (my version of Julia Cameron’s “morning pages“, but more in line with my psyche than 3 pages of writing whatever falls out of the pen.)

poetryayreÁnna RossAugust 18, 2022Comment

the Ides of March

i’ll never forget the day she left. “Beware the Ides of March,” they say.

poetryayreÁnna RossAugust 15, 2022Comment

on returning to The Refuge

many of you know that, as 2020 came to a close, i was clear i needed to leave The Refuge. after a year of pandemic and other changes, i could no longer live within the form into which it had morphed. i wrote fairly extensively about our process of leaving The Refuge early last year, but I haven’t really written much about it since then. not publicly at least.