my capacious heart
(open)
full moon setting at dawn
my capricious heart
(following)
leaves swirling in cold wind
my tenacious heart
(wounded)
embracing a chameleon sky
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said. “Me too,” he replied. (she smiled) for a moment, everything was right in the world
I think I have finally learned that I can have deep compassion for what motivates a person to do something, forgive them AND call it out as unhealthy or not in service to the Light. There’s a difference between judgment and discernment. I believe in order for the world to evolve, we need to speak…
Last night I received a scathing comment on this blog post from a woman who is a friend of a friend. One of the people who lives on the edges of my life. The post clearly triggered her own feelings of low self-worth so she lashed out at me. In our subsequent email exchange, she…
the rain comes in torrents ravaging the sky pressing hard into the earth aching, turgid clouds release as I drift off in the arms of the Beloved mind quiet heart peaceful body spent
wings of courage