Anyone who has ever created something from nothing Or turned scraps into Art or sounds into songs or dark, open skies into galaxies knows: That what is made Is not lovely because of what it is Rather it is made lovely by who has loved it. Anyone who has ever created Words Into stories or poetry or fashioned cloth into clothing knows they can continue … Continue reading Creator
Breaking the scene Back to myself The character I play – devoted mother. A romance: Act 1 Newborn bliss – a baby after a bath, their perfect tummy and squishable body. Cut scene to pictures of me in a bathtub with a glass of wine- pretending to feel guilty for indulging in “me” time. Back to real life, bodily-fluid-stained clothes, messy buns, and pajamas I … Continue reading Don’t Romance me Motherhood
You were a background The color in the scenery that I passed by – A passing thought – A sentiment felt as one does at sunrise Or a peaceful breeze that kisses your face When you marvel at the waves of the ocean You were a mountain that carried me to the top Not some fake Hollywood green screen I did not realize how much … Continue reading End Scene
One of the reasons I needed this year to be focused on contentment is my love of things. This is a different type of relationship to focus on because many of us do love some of our material possessions, but I only love what I have until it is done serving me. This love of mine for my possessions is fickle and abusive. That scarf I absolutely had … Continue reading Finding Contentment by Loving what I Already Have
This year I am focusing on learning to be content. So much of my life has been a striving after one desire, then on to the next striving towards whatever happened to catch my attention. The question I have been asking myself is, “When will what I have ever be enough”? When I took a mental checklist, I could not find myself lacking anything. Sure, … Continue reading Contentment 2018
God hunger – one who looks into a mirror then forgets his own face Continue reading Crave
Fades As different lives re-color her shades Many months Re-writing the lines of her face. She fades Vibrant colors Fall mutes Time commuting her sentence Toning down her sentiments. Once resplendent heart’s design So new and absorbent. An antique now Hidden atop a collector’s high shelf. To look at her again Would give her life. Continue reading Fades
In lieu of the current state of affairs With Facebook opinions so generously shared I’m taking block that was mentally built From my childhood – I call it my “Catholic guilt” So whether you take a knee or you don’t, Wave the confederate flag or you won’t, Whether you speak it, or write it, or sing us a song Whether you’re wrong or you’re right … Continue reading You’re Wrong
I woke up in love On a sunny Sunday morning Bird chirps Dog snores Hot tea nestled between my hands Thumbs curved through the tea cup’s handle Steam kissed face Warm layers of Stretchy pants and sweaters My hair’s grown past my ears Softly brushes my shoulders For the first time in years Turmoil Trouble Gave me my space My peace My rest My sabbath … Continue reading Sunny Sundays
I am listening. I am listening to a broken world. I am seeing the darker side of humanity, not for the first time, but with new eyes. I am so sorry. So heartbroken for my brothers and sisters. I can not blame the hatred on the ones who showed it outright before I pluck the plank of hatred from my own mind’s eye This is … Continue reading Pink Thin Skin
