Oh, the lessons I could tell and the wisdom I could channel as I approach another birthday, making me all the wiser. Wisdom earned, not through deep regrets or extended bouts of brokenness, but mostly through persistence, purposeful direction, and a healthy dose of Divine intervention. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears too. I could …
Tag: Writing
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Cactus Tops and Teardrops
The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …
a Writer’s reTreat (audio)
Enveloping clouds, across stretched miles – unseen landmarks and draped blue skies. Tired of staring into the smothering gray. Tired of straining to see what lies beyond a cloak that confuses night with day. She let her heavy lids end the seeking. She filled her lungs: slow, steady, and deep. Exhaling tangled tension and rooted …
Please let me dance again
Several weeks ago, I submitted a story to Dr. Phoebe’s site (phoebemd.com) and I am pleased to share, the piece was published last Friday, April 9th. My submission is a personal story about a few seconds that almost drastically altered how I move through life. Sharing the experience stirs vulnerability in me, but I chose …
Worlds away from a Slow Dance
Oh, I could tell you some stories, of characters I have known. I have seen the worst of humankind unfold before my eyes, leaving my heart cracked open and my soul broken. I have been restored from deep despair, where I cannot remain, by observing tender and loving acts between two, or entire nations. Unconditional …
Words Unsaid (audio poem)
A quote just read, “Sometimes the best response is no response.” A quote that offers wise counsel, enlightened guidance, sage advice. Sometimes. Sometimes the best option is to remain mute – escalating tension may fail to deliver resolution Sometimes what appears unresponsive is just temporary restraint – eyes closed and lips counting to ten Sometimes …
a first Love that Endures
A connection made at the age of seven has sustained and nurtured me, guarded my privacy, given me a voice, captured my tears, helped me reflect and remember, encouraged my imagination and dreams, protected my prayers, listened without judgment, and allowed me to scream and swear. My close confidant has helped me become and sometimes …
We are a Mess
Being born is messy pain, screams, and blood when a new life descends breathing slowed, followed by a long-anticipated first gaze messiness soon fades away Childhood is messy screams, pain, and blood when little fingers and limbs reach beyond their limits wounds heal and become scars that will tell a story one day messiness soon …
Spell Binder, Dream Keeper
I did not expect to see you, still on the scene, when I stepped out to breathe the quiet in between memories and endless possibilities. You stayed longer than I thought you would, until the last of the dancing candles disappeared under a flame-ending hood. It was worth surrendering twilight sleep to watch you glimmer …
My Inspired Life 