snip snip snip cutting ties that have bound and cut off the circulation to my heart stich stich stich stiching and weaving the love that is close more firmly and deeply into my life snip to the fantasies snip to button eyes snip to deception stiching care and love stiching co-creation stiching radical honesty no…
“If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.” ~John Keats Poetry, life and love can be so easy when we allow them to be. Let’s allow it. Let’s lie in a field of buttercups watching the clouds and wiggling our toes and let the…
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
“Darkness is not a pejorative thing.” ~Naomi Watts I just had this thought: Our moment of hubris, our fall from grace, is not just an ending but a perfect beginning. It is the moment we realize the blessing and curse of our own mortality and this end of innocence brings us to the truth of…
I told him, “We create suffering when we compare what is to our vision of what else it could be.” I realized I needed to hear that myself. So grateful on this day for the reflective mirror of relationships and the journey of the Soul.