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…
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!
“Wanna’ please; wanna’ keep; wanna’ treat your woman right? Not just dough, but a show, that you know she’s worth your time You will lose, if you choose, to refuse to put her first She will if she can find a man who knows her worth! ‘Cause a real man knows a real woman when…
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Tonight’s entry is very late in coming. I’ve been talking with him for hours. And he’s been listening. A different kind of listening than I’m used to. He wanted to understand. What a remarkable experience. I’m not surprised then, that tonight’s randomly-chosen word, from the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin is gentle. My heart…
her fingers so soft on tight flesh sinuously stroking the deepest innerworkings (shadow dance) his complexities and contradictions had her wanting more the deep empty beckoned erotically entangled in the black, hollow void stripped bare of personal desire mesmerized and aching the stillness pulling and engulfing wet madness dripping off the edges union became a…
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…
