Butterflies were released from the dark places.
Her heart, relieved and stronger,
flung itself wider.
(and she rejoiced)
i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine
I felt very intimidated by this challenge. Still honing my skills with no formal training means letting go. This seems to be a theme in my life. So I did. I let go of needing it to look a certain way. I did it quick and stopped beating myself up. I decided part of the…
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.
the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches
I’m going through a period of intense surrender in my life–surrender to a Higher Power, to Love, to a wisdom beyond what my ego has been feeding me. I am waking up from the dream of this planet, the dream of the illusion of control that my small self has been thinking it has. The…