imprints
imprints
cut grass
tattooed arms
lone star
carved in skin
new bruise
on my back
your love
brands my heart
imprints
cut grass
tattooed arms
lone star
carved in skin
new bruise
on my back
your love
brands my heart
I continue my exploration of energy, relationships and the online world today. I talked to a friend last night about her experiences with Facebook. I told her how often people tell me their secrets and how I have grown weary of it. She told me about how a new acquaintance on Facebook told her about…
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
Last night, my kids were watching “Whose Line is it Anyway?” and marveling at how talented the people are saying things like, “How do they do that?” or “They are amazing.”  While it’s true that they are talented improvisers, it’s also true that we can all do that. My training has taught me that improv…
in bed with thoughts of pleasure dripping deep inside lusting for morning coffee
I had a conversation last night with a friend about inner work and spirituality. We talked about how easy it is to get self-righteous and think we all have all the answers on the path of life. I related a story to her about a healing session I once had where the healer suggested I…
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…