Nature had a way of gently helping me with an emotional situation before I knew I needed help… I watched a mourning dove dart away from the top of our back porch pillar and return countless times over the course of several days. Each time he (that’s right) returned with a twig, string, or other …
Author: Michele Lee
Writer, poet, teacher, dancer, and dreamer sharing inspired thoughts, moments, and photos from my native Sonoran Desert and wherever else life takes me. Lover of language, literature, movement, music, nature, travel, art, photography, and expression. To learn more about me and my published work, visit the "About" page on my blog: https://myinspiredlife.org/
The Desert INvites a journey withIN
The desert does not invite leisurely hand holding or carefree play, or bare feet splashing. Too many things that can poke an eye or peel back the skin. Those walking in the desert must listen, pay close attention, and step with care. No orange or red leaves to kick, crunch, or dive into. No soft …
Deep Dive into the Center
Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …
Hope Full (poem and dance)
Gifted with fabric and thread, she wasn’t just weaving material into museum-worthy displays, she was weaving a life transformed, stitched together with gold strands of hope, that she now wears like a majestic robe – wrapping her in the love, on others, she has generously bestowed. She is learning to step, to receive love and …
Mystery Man, Revealed (short story)
Language warning. You've been warned. He put on his coat and hat and quietly made his way down the stairs toward the back exit. Relieved to have made it to the congested city sidewalk without being noticed, he joined others making their way home or to a pub on a Friday, late afternoon. He fell …
My Greatest Gift
I dreamed you before I met you. I loved you before I held you. Before I heard your heartbeat for the first time, before I felt your tiny legs flutter across my belly, and before I first looked into your artist’s eyes, your life gave mine a grander purpose, and an overwhelming desire to become …
A Poetry Recitation (video)
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess …
Heart Beats on a City Street
Words, the author’s building blocks, filling half a city block. One after another, bound words, alphabetized and organized, surrounded by gray bricks, one after another, neatly stacked. Words transformed into books and bricks transformed into a building, by artists’ hands, inviting others to step in. I meant to accept the invitation and lose myself in …
“A Tear and a Smile” (a tribute & audio poem)
Two passions become one when I listen to his words while looking through my lens at scenes found in natural settings. Natural details that he captured with an artist's eye and retold with a pen over one hundred years ago. Separated by time and distance, I am connected to him through his simple and direct …
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Music, Movement, and a Mosh Pit (video & verse)
A slightly stoopid poem Walking the same road taken when heading to my first show. A sneaky teen, I was, but my choices were void of malicious intent. I was just a loyal follower, drawn to his rhythm, his lyrics, and his British accent. Solitary confinement was my due punishment. I am all grown up …
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