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 hard to conceal, desperate diving into despondence seeking to discover likeness in the ripples. Resonance denied. There is never enough to reflect back the drainage occurring within as water seeks it’s own level and emptiness begets echoes of what once fulfilled. Those who repress best … Continue reading S.O.C. 9/13/17

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 lesson and embodying the lesson is a stage in personal evolution. I’m no longer contradicting my desires or compromising my boundaries in the interest of immediate gratification or people pleasing.  I know here are still lessons re: both of these issues for me.  Self-sabotage is … Continue reading Releasing to Make Space for Receiving…

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 crack on impact as gross misconceptions make their way to the center of ventricles leaving me too weak engage the fairness of love and of war. I am aware and yet my words have confused my care and curiosity. Even the most meticulous expression has been rendered … Continue reading Freewrite 1/18/14

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 secrets past lives shared in shoulder bites and tongue brushes, interrupting peaceful reflection with lewd memories of lithe thighs parting mine by careful skill and reckless strength, savory tastes willowing down chins. That meant we’d chosen love. Now, all I do is lament your departure. Continue reading Blues Song for the Love Sprung

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 to embrace what is now. Each day, I rise to be, my spine protests the weight of memories, regrets, and hopes without expectation, misconceptions, miscommunication, and missed chances. I dust my shoulders in tandem with time. Continue reading There is no feeling more heavy…