I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it.
I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth.
That’s a good feeling.
I’ve been doing serious writing for weeks. My mind is wandering to stuff I like. Here goes: love fast cars open hearts dark chocolate strong men (and women) morning toes in wet grass kissing (lots) puppy breath my kids singing dancing flowers petting (both directions) friendship artmaking of all sorts smart people creative people truth…
“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…
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
mixed-media collage on pressed board “Safety is a very expensive illusion.” ~Julia Cameron I have had a few experiences recently that have shown me the folly of perceived “safety” and the glorious freedom of stepping out of that illusion. The places I was made to believe were safe ended up being some sort of spring-loaded…
Fly. Over their symbolic violence…
Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age,…