S.O.C. 9/13/17

Taken for granted, for silly, for surface, I recall old lessons hard learned and their determined resurgence nevermind depth or the sea of tears secretly wept simultaneously. We; me, he, and she profusely professing in silence and salt the truth of hearts hardened and healing halted. Drip drop stains on cheek bones we try so…

Releasing to Make Space for Receiving…

Lately, I’m beginning to get more clear on what I need for growth and fulfillment in all areas of life.  I’m being forced to recognized and accept that while frustrating and often painful, releasing ideas, material things, and even some relationships that no longer feel oriented toward growth and healing is necessary.  It’s a learning…

9/23 7:52 a.m. 

Wind blows me daily.  Sun counts all our days alike. Still, I can’t let go. 

I’m the stubborn type, …

always needing the words despite the signs. The captions tell the story. Make me certain. Let me know how best to let you go.

Freewrite 1/18/14

Want weighs so heavy on the back of my pride that it bends in circles, spiraling down my consciousness until it ends and mind can no longer distinguish between the truth of me and imaginings of you.  Sincerely Ingenious Neurosis I’ve sowed and reaped in the barren field of habitual connections and uncertain loyalties.  Ribs…

Blues Song for the Love Sprung

Dismal are Sunday rains. Mind drifts to cryptic messages you scribd in collarbone hollows, vibrating in sync with the wicked force of your body, exploring the depths of my quaint heat dripping warm cream. Dare to picture the results such extraordinary fantasy motivates. Soul unions are unpredictable; your enchantment? Unparalleled. Body aches remind me of…

There is no feeling more heavy…

… than the weight of carrying your old self around in search of the new within you. There is no task more daunting and yet more necessary and more powerful than acceptance in the face of that discovery. NO act is more important on a path to authenticity than letting go of the old you…