With my lowball raised in the air, I toast to a year of blogging, a year of following and a year of being followed. I appreciate the support I have received from each one of you in this journey. Being supported in exploring the inner workings of my heart, mind and soul has been an interesting processContinue reading “Salud: A Toast”
Walk with me, skirting the edge of reality’s boundaries so we can dance with the darkness that is seducing our minds. The slopes are slippery, footing precarious Fantasies beckon from the mist of desire But truth whispers from life’s bowels questioning our sinful disdain. From a different vantage point finding the stillness within shedding theContinue reading “Walk with Me ~ A triad”
“My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.” ~Al Shafifi As I drove to Raleigh Tuesday I could not believe what I was indeed doing: taking time off of work to go to a mid-week show inContinue reading “Heart’s Journey”
Words to wings of friendship life experiences exchanged glances, laughs & sighs of realization bring depth to the ink we drip ~~ the feeling of timelessness not one beat missed. what a beautiful day, shared in a most beautiful way. ~~ Madness abounds in the details pigtails, plural nouns & angel wings Bind us inContinue reading “Pigtails & Southern Belles ~ A Duet”
while I might see the reflection of this in you, this poem is really about me breaking free. unreasonable expectations for perfection continue to plague me. to not mis a step, nor a beat, to remain always on my feet, like a good soldier. I can give you the world, yet for myself I continueContinue reading “breaking free”
His smile warms her face, She blushes in return, Basking in the light of His glow. ~~ He brushes away the wispy hairs From her face, tucks them behind her ears. He strokes her smooth skin, Blowing His heat onto her neck. To all her hurt parts, He brings attention. ~~ She loves being lovedContinue reading “He loves her”
With each breath in, I choose life. With each breath out, I choose death for the things which no longer serve me.
strength proportionally gained by pain survived. attractive, yet not a classic beauty. composing words rules my mind; bittersweet. Writing more stories means more bleeding. Her desire is to be desired. Writing, my drug therapy of choice.
This past week I’ve felt at times as if I were going to get plowed under. Then after sometimes reluctantly using my tools or reaching out to close confidantes with a ‘simple confession,’ I quickly reached clarity again. I often felt like I was on a lopsided wheel. Prevailing emotions included self-doubt and self-loathing with aContinue reading “Shadow Boxing”
Circles and cycles repeatedly returning, seemingly back to the start. At times feelings of falling apart. Much like Groundhog’s Day until the lesson is learned, the part made whole, what is outward becomes inward: enfolded. Just as the season’s cycle, so do the lessons, again like the corkscrew piercing deeper into shadows. From the death of fallenContinue reading “Annular”