I love you. I do.
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…
Self-care has taught me to linger in the company of those who listen with the ear of their heart. There are those who listen with the ear of their broken heart. They hear pain and look for weakness, they look for holes to enter and often carry a cutting knife. They know nothing but suffering…
i feel it poetry lives inside you behind those eyes that hold secrets of unknown fertile lands why not find the key and open the door to your golden heart?
“You don’t have to let yourself be terrorized by other people’s expectations of you.” ~Sue Patton Thoele As the rain is falling with soft urgency this morning and the bright green birch leaves outside my window flirt with me, I sit here in my warm bed sipping coffee, listening, reflecting and looking at my Facebook…
today, as we played she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.” i thought of how i know where you like to be kissed and stroked but i didn’t know all your soft places and you didn’t know mine (hurt happened) as i started crying, she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for…
I’ve taken to daily mediation walks. It’s nourishing to my spirit and helps ground me to my purpose. I walk for 30 minutes then journal until I feel complete. Here is today’s reflection: A cat visits, twining itself around my legs for a while. I pet it and also just let it be , allowing…