sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
Last night I received a scathing comment on this blog post from a woman who is a friend of a friend. One of the people who lives on the edges of my life. The post clearly triggered her own feelings of low self-worth so she lashed out at me. In our subsequent email exchange, she…
Teardrop by Massive Attack on Grooveshark “Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” ~Plato In my travels, I have been blessed with the gift of confidence from people. Sometimes they share it over coffee and sometimes, I get emails from people telling me about their past and what they’ve been through….
in bed with thoughts of pleasure dripping deep inside lusting for morning coffee
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. ~Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks
In my Free Will Astrology reading for this week, Rob Brezny urges me to “Surrender to the naked truth of what you love,” in order to open the door to my future. What follows is an unfiltered free write on the naked truth of what I love. The naked truth, after all, is a big…