Once upon a time ago, a five-year-old boy asked me for his hand. I accepted not knowing what it’s all about, nor the toil at hand. A quarter of a century later, that boy, still five-years-old, yearns for attention, searches … Continue reading
What’s gone is gone…spending your precious time now focusing on what happened back then is making absolute certainty the future will be the same. It’s time for a fresh coat of paint; it’s time to move forward with certainty and … Continue reading
A mother once told her baby girl, Every time you forgive him, he will love you a little more, but you will stop loving him, so the day he loves you the most you will not feel anything for him … Continue reading
The key is to not stay in fear of being lost and confused. Pressure is not a bad thing, it’s the power you give it. Pressure is when you don’t feel confident…I may not know how the game may unfold … Continue reading
You asked where was I going. “How far you wanna go?” I replied with motionless lips, eyes fixated on the horizon, and legs driven for the long road. I can’t be holding on to what you got no more. Should … Continue reading
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
Pourquoi non? Although I’m not skilled in the least with anything to do with makeup, I do on occasion add a touch of rose, a wee bit of an enhancement. Anything I do apply blends into my skin within a … Continue reading
We weren’t made to fit in, we were born to stand out. Time is so compressed these capriciously peculiar days; I can’t think of a better opportunity to take this on. What seems magical is fairly straightforward here, we are … Continue reading
If only for a moment, the sun squeezed some rays into our 3:30 pm reuniting space, at least a few days of this week. Orphaned glasses sometimes from the night before, some half full and thumb marked, greeting this afternoon … Continue reading
Grey morning skies and the clouds are simpering. Stay with the spirit rightly found, into the day and the clatter of the war we wage abound. For when night falls, a kingdom awakens. Fall into the night sky with spirit … Continue reading
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