you make me feel
perfection
perfection
A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…
This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…
“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…
Flowers that I got at the Farmer’s Market on Vashon and put in a vase at my B&B.
i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine
Doing a gig at a house concert in a couple of weeks. I am going to sing “Ice Cream Man” by Van Halen, among other songs. I can’t wait. I’m SO stoked.