Love

  • I Miss You

    I miss you, my beautiful bloggy friends. My goodness my heart misses you. It is truly a strange thing, that here, more than any other place, my truth shines her beautiful light. Everywhere else on earth, I am partly starving.… Continue reading

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading

  • Perhaps

    Perhaps you might ask your heart what it wants. Perhaps you might listen. Perhaps. Continue reading

  • For The Birds

    The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading

  • The Soft Things

    The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading

  • Love and Pizza

    I firmly assure you. Love is all there is. Stop mucking around and get on with it, world. The pizza tastes better, there. Continue reading

  • Empty

    I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading

  • Fully Human

    I’ve seen that image, again. She sits alone (you could not get any more alone) at her husband’s funeral and we all just sit here and shake our heads, because what else is there to do? I’m speaking of the… Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • Unity

    Unity is the magic pill. But unity does not look like shaming the broken. Hear it. It is this, my truth, I speak. Continue reading