I wrote a insta post recently – Gray matter, does it matter? To whom? When I am gone, all the crazy wonderful thoughts, ideas, pains and pleasures will be snuffed out. I think I write because, well, shouldn’t all that somehow be downloaded? Like Harry Potter shouldn’t we be able to dip a wand into … More Inhaling Courage – Exhaling Fear
Day 0 – I am at a cruising altitude of 39,000 feet, seemingly floating above the Atlantic. The thermals are strong out here as our plane soars, bumps and bounces along at 633 mph. The tailwinds are at a 112 mph giving us an extra push. I do find it difficult to comprehend this reality. … More Lift Off
I looked in the mirror today. Were my perfections or my imperfections starring back at me? Was I receiving or rejecting? I saw an aging face, I saw a tired woman. I felt her feelings of lack. Lack of energy, stamina, and get up and go. When or how did the vibrant evaporate? It’s a … More Years, Mirrors and Batteries.
What a canvas! The sky and I, we drift together. Deep, mysterious, unpredictable, colorful. Oh sky reign down on me, reign all of your colors on me. Paint me, paint all of me.
My gratitude list floated and churned in the stream today. I meditated at its edge watching the water ripple, bubble, run down and jump back up. Some water seemed resistant to the concept of downstream its like it jumped back, bubbled and then fell back down in some sort of resolve. Once again I am … More I’m thawing.
Melodies stir among the branches, soft clear echoes. Tranquility infused. A lover’s first touch brushes past my face my neck my arm. A stirring a shedding an invisible drape cascades away. A fullness of nothing…..of everything. Blood pulses through my veins. My Breathe moves the air And the silence listens.
I am here I am there Lingering Moments Don’t last Savor Memory Bending twisting So pliable Almost unbreakable I think Lingering Moments … More The Art of Being
The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in … More “Untouchably” Touched
Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind Dripping, slowly through my words … More A Drift
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