Sometimes I think back to times when I was much younger, sitting on a living room sofa, looking around me at a place that didn’t belong to me, us, my family, or my friends. A small child, on vacation to spend time with a sofa, thoughts of when, and how much time, will she spend… Read More The Lonely Sofa
Let it be known to the world what you think when you think it and with a reasonable explanation of why you think it . Some believe that no explanations are needed, but I believe that to be wrong. Distorted thinking captures the most perfect idea and embeds it into the brain over factual evidence. … Read More You think too much.
I have said that I will miss you when you leave every day for 5 days straight. It hasn’t been easy. With tears welling up, throat clenching in the resolve that I must truly face my fear and speak my truth. The statement is always followed with the reply: I know. You’ll figure it out.… Read More For a purpose
Jolie comes to me from the other side. It isn’t something that I can freely express to a lot of people, however I am sure that I’ve shared these experiences with more than have cared to know them. Jolie come to me from the other side in the form of Florence & The Machine songs.… Read More Did I Build This Ship to Wreck?
The bird in the tree outside my porch chirps in fours. The same four notes in the same pattern. Pausing in between to let me know that there is purpose in the four. So so me doe. I hear you bird. I have seen 444 on the clock. Stopped it perfectly without looking on the… Read More So so me doe
It becomes invigorating when you have a breath of fresh air. A new arrival of prospective perspective. A pendulum swing of the greatest kind, with a rise for no reason, other than it was meant to be by the force of swinging from the other side. Being dreary becomes old, especially for those within the… Read More Swinger
When the thunder rolls, it’s depth is unpredictable and cascading – echoing on into directions that are both far too wide or deep for me to comprehend. I wonder, in those moments, what keeps me stuck in this roll. For how deep or cascading, in which direction, cheering on the strikes of light, flickering through… Read More Hear the Thunder Roll
I’m not one to spell it out. Perhaps, that isn’t even true. Is there such thing as a blunt cryptic? A straight-forward gypsy of personalities that continues to master new ways of being disguised in some form – but tight within their characters – it goes unnoticed. I sit tired and worn out and unsure… Read More Courageous Insignificance
Sometimes things happen that we don’t ever fully understand. Horrendous. Tragic. Heinous. Obscene. Brutal things. Sad. Gut-Wrenching moments. Thrown into a Saturday afternoon or a Tuesday morning, just on your way in to work. In the middle of the night, maybe, after a nice dinner and movie. Something terrible, awful, no-good, and sometimes life-altering will… Read More Face of Danger
We succumb to whatever we desire most. It would seem obvious, but to many it isn’t. At a glance, I would think that if that were the case… I would be a successful novelist, married, a perfect mother, immaculate house, and all the freedom in the world to cultivate an enriching love for life. I… Read More Desire = Manifestation