Love

  • I Have Loved

    I only have to give this love that I have. I only have to give it, and cherish the way it feels to know I have loved. Continue reading

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Love Kept Her

    And with a smile, she held life gone by. And love kept her. Love kept her, home. Home, at last. Continue reading

  • All My Softness

    I am home when the beautiful song of my heart is at peace. There is nothing loud, here, nothing beyond the birds and the rippling pools of shadow on brick. I am just me, in all of my softness. Me,… Continue reading

  • Shamed

    Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame. Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad. We are shamed. We are shamed. We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one. I… Continue reading

  • Alone

    It is raining, and I am alone. And there is sorrow in these parts, and knowing that life is terrible and beautiful, all at the same time. I am alive with all of that. I am alive with the sorrow… Continue reading

  • They Know Not What They Do

    Why, when the road is so beautiful, (dappled sun on white) do these lashing tongues slice my delicate sky, so? I shall find a cave, as promised. A dear and perfect home to soothe. And I shall cherish the broken,… Continue reading

  • Seasons

    And when there is sun such as this, and when there is beautiful drift and swaying trees, I see life as it is and I know it is good. For, the mind, I know tells stories. And yet perfect truth… Continue reading

  • Self Forgiveness

    They abused their horses; yelled at them, hit them, spat daggers of anger at them, daily. I was the thirteen year old victim of school bullying at the time, so I smiled when the abusers smiled and I laughed when… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    Even the most darling rose is a work in progress. Be the rose. How beautiful that she will show you the way to freedom. Continue reading