Spirit

  • Home

    Living carefully and beautifully, I know I am home. Continue reading

  • We Are The Poets

    We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading

  • The Lonely Soul

    The lonely soul is a beauty. She is quiet, so quiet as she whispers her way through the noise, through the dark, through the rain. Sing a sweet song to her. Call to her and she shall hand you a… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading

  • Grateful.Tired.

    Life is busy and overwhelming at the moment. I’m better for the tools I’ve found to bring me back to softness (walking, gratefulness, meditation) but it’s a mammoth slog I’ve been through. And a mammoth slog that lay ahead. My… Continue reading

  • I Became The Sky

    I could have stared at the sky for hours. It was glowing. Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea. But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me. It was the feel of it within me. So… Continue reading

  • Beyond It All

    I will always be here. Feeling this depth of life, remembering how much I have loved and lost and never regretted a moment. Life has never attacked me, though I’ve been broken by its force many a time. I try… Continue reading

  • The Sound Of Night

    My body is alive with the sound of night. How I hunger for this bliss. How the melody of a simple tune makes love to my senses, and I am whole like the wind, like the sun, like love. Continue reading

  • Evermore

    Hold my heart, dear music. Let me float in the clouds, on the sweetest of tunes; let me hold this feeling, still, while the moon wraps around me. Sing it again, sweet Angel. Evermore is the breath of this beautiful,… Continue reading

  • Gypsy

    I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading