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
It makes the world go round…will we ever allow for this life-altering experience? It’s steadfast one, indeed worth the devotion that palpates us at the cellular level. I am all for a fiesta to celebrate love just because. I suppose … 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
(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)
Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.
Despite the enthusiasm for Halloween horror or kitsch by my youngest Halloween enthusiast, we kept our surfaces simple and bright. Our sugar pumpkins will most likely stick around for some time until I’m pressured to swarm the nest with Christmas … Continue reading
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
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
Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading
Side by side with me until our midriff clenches no more, until I feel the agua frescas like a waterfall, whilst the last drop was some time ago. Heels dig into moody and lyrical lure, and yet without paper to … Continue reading
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