Whimsical

  • Dreams Will Come

    Close your eyes. Trust. Dreams will come. Continue reading

  • What Is Love

    As Moon sat upon her hill, waiting for the tide to rise, she whispered to Sun, “Sun? What is love?” Moon wasn’t expecting an answer. She only wanted to ask the question, because if she asked, the possibility of receiving an… Continue reading

  • Fly

    Beautiful, soft heart of mine. I will play your every beat into the world proudly, openly, completely. Let them stomp together through the mud of their island. We, dear heart, dear sweet, dear love. We shall fly to the moon. Continue reading

  • Wild Geese: Mary Oliver

    A friend gifted me a beautiful copy. The words were swirly, and letterpressed onto white rippled cardboard, and when I read it—Wild Geese, a poem by Mary Oliver—I just knew there was no one in the world that needed it… Continue reading

  • The Day Moon

    When the day moon shines from its blue morning home, I reach into the quiet and feel once again the tender, sweet moments of yesterday.   Continue reading

  • The River of Dreams

    There will always be a river, waiting, waiting for me. And I will lay me down on her sandy banks, bathing in the softness of me, dreaming all the dreams of this heart-shaped life of mine. There will always be… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 20. Moon River: Behind the Scenes

    Yesterday, I was a little bit naughty. I had a blog post to write—and a darling one, at that. But. Instead of sitting at the computer, crafting a darling world of words, I leaned over the piano and melted into… Continue reading