seagull chases heron
(and wins!)
the purring of a ferry engine
and red, gauzy sky
a kind father teaching his children to fish
two kayakers gliding
while girls throw stones
a small tugboat gracefully pulls more than her share
(a metaphor for mothering)
there is peace here
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
“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…
I never needed you to fix me validate me or take care of me. I just needed to be loved cared for respected and held. (Still do.) “Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know…
There are no words to express the depth of my gratitude for this little soul entering my life. I can only say, “Thank you.” and let it ring out into the Universe.
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
the scent of amber rose petals sprinkled on your chest and beyond heartsong offered with daily gifts of poetry or love stirred into two cups with one spoon once you sang to me and i quivered once