by Julia Butterfly Hill | Jan 26, 2014 | poems
“For Love” (not for love of something or someone but for Love itself) knocking knocking at your door i am prostrate at the altar of you i run and hide and rage only to return humbled by the knowing that without you i am merely a rented costume empty of meaning or life...
by Julia Butterfly Hill | Jan 23, 2014 | poems
Tears flow from a seemingly endless reservoir… i know things will be fine. i don’t need to be told. It is patronizing when the heart hurts this much to try to “fix” me… when all there is to do is cry until I feel I might die in it. I know there is nothing “True” and...
by Julia Butterfly Hill | Jan 11, 2014 | posts
Tomorrow is the birthday of the woman who has been co-worker, ally, friend, and now, my closest sister to me in my FRamily– and so much more. Alissa Hauser Last year, i was inspired by her response to the shootings at Sandy Hook. I was so touched by her generosity in...
