Spiritual journey

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • Who I Am

    Do not tell me to be another version of me. That I should be everything a lady should be, that I must grasp a handful of gravel without leaving a crumbling trail of dust behind. I am human. Dust, I… Continue reading

  • Darling and Broken

    Darling and broken: spinning a circle of light and dark. Darling is to be all that we wish to be. Broken is to be all that we choose to deny. Darling and broken. Balance. Darling and broken. Human. Continue reading

  • Ghosts

    I’m ready to fall into the land of sleep, but I had to write this and I had to write it now. Only moments ago, as I lay in bed with my eyes closed…I saw a face on the blank… Continue reading

  • Lonely

    Sometimes I feel lonely. Sometimes, in those moments of quiet, I wish that someone brave and beautiful would find me, and speak to me, and hold me tighter than that. Someone brave enough to see all of me, and feed… Continue reading

  • The Podcast Update

    In another life, I must have been a computer whiz. I say that, because in this particular life time…I try. That’s all I’ll say about my abilities when it comes to anything that looks or sounds like technology. A few… Continue reading

  • Nothing Is Certain

    Nothing is certain. I fight that feeling, everyday. The knowing that I don’t know the answers. And probably never will. So, I suppose, then that some things are certain after all. Continue reading

  • Whole

    I see you there, squinting at the mirror of not good enough. And I wonder if you know the beautiful creases on the face of you make up the whole. And you think, somehow, that you are flawed. Because you… Continue reading

  • Milk and Honey Wonderland

    To be human is to play the game of life like flashing storms; like unbridled children: electric, unpredictable, messy. Until finally, we hear the whisper of a milk and honey wonderland called home. Continue reading

  • Heart And Soul

    What a beautiful option. To live. With all your heart and soul. Continue reading