SOUL-RESTORATIVE

You are part and plenty, sunshine and illumination, warmth and radiant clarity.

WEED OUT THE IMPOSSIBLE

I think dishes qualify, vacuuming, cleaning windows, and folding clothes. Hell, cleaning clothes at all. Paying bills should be tacked onto the list or replying to emails that really shouldn’t need a reply.

NOT WORTH MISSING

Time, like small pebbles between our fingers, so easy to slip, slip, through our grasp. Even if we clamp down, there’s no stopping the pebbles, the zippier they become.

LETTING GO

I blink, want to shutter my eyes, not sure what elseTo say. No words penetrate my mind. I’m uncomfortable.I need to let you go, but you refuse to release your grip,So I remain. Tender loss perambulates, quickens my heart,Entrenches me in grief as if you died, but you sit before me.You demand something, a splint […]

I REMEMBER

I remember the heat of him as he’d push up against me, gin-fouled and smelling of Camel Wides.

WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?

I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps.

DEEP CENTER

A challenging journey, difficult at times, to “be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.”
Most of us won’t traverse the path to our deep center. Instead, we detour to another track, one we perceive as more doable, safer.

THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT

Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.

HITCH AND SHUTTER

Courage doesn’t exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.

WILL THEY FOLLOW ME

I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.

REACHING THE CENTER

A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.

ALWAYS TIME FOR GOOD DISCUSSION

Life keeps whispering to me, “Stay in the conversation,” but I don’t instinctively take that advice. I’m more apt to leave the conversation than use my voice; instead, hightail it out of there.