Thursday, June 11, 2015

Lately I have been writing poetry to go with some of my instagram photos.

Penned this tonight:

The moon turns into crashing rocks
and quickly turns to dust
Sprinkling down upon the earth
and everyone of us
The sky goes dark but for the stars
I reach for you but its too far
The ebb and flow of the tides is lost
And I've lost you in the chaos
My rock has turned to dust
I run my finger from my knee to my thigh
Gathering you up and gazing at you, marveling at you
Sparkling on my fingertip

Sunday, June 7, 2015


We just watched the film Kumare in my Holistic Approaches to Healing course. I can not rave about it enough. It is available on Netflix. Watch it with a group of people because it is so thought provoking and you are going to want to discuss it right away.

A peek at some of my thoughts about the film:
Do any of us have the answers? Are the answers different for each of us?

If you can imagine yourself as someone else you can be that person.

We all just want to be seen.

Listening and reflecting people back to themselves helps them to hear their own voice, their inner voice.

We give power to people, things, leaders, and ideas, but we all have the power within us.

If one has someone who believes in one, it makes it easier for one to believe in one's self.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015


Every once in awhile the children spy something in the hidden crevices of our house. Today they saw a piece of our foam ABC floor mat under the radiator. It was an edge piece that they haven't missed, but they were suddenly desperate for me to rescue it. I went to the hall closet for a coat hanger to ease the piece out. Down on my belly on the floor, patiently coaxing the children to give me some space, I pulled out what I thought was the edge, but was in fact the one piece we have been seeking for months - the S. I was stunned. Then I rescued the edge piece that the children had originally spied.

I found the Path of Life bracelet and now the S. All is not lost. In time the pieces come back together in unfathomable configurations at the most unexpected times. Just move the 'unmovable' and explore the unseeable.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Path of Life

I found my Path of Life bracelet today.
I was moving laundry around and my infinity ring escaped my right pinky to free fall into the cozy space between my washer and dryer. I may have yelled "Noooooo!!!!" and I was for sure grumbly about it as I forced the dryer to the right. Once I widened the gap, I was doubly rewarded with my unscathed ring and my Path of Life bracelet blanketed in more than a year of dust and dryer lint.
What a lovely surprise. What a perfect time to find it, too. I am not the straight path kind, but I am finding my way and making choices that feel right to me. Discovering the bracelet again was symbolic for me as I embark on some new old endeavors - namely writing and going back to school again (a class a semester for two years should grant me my B.A.).

Eyes to the sky.

Friday, May 29, 2015


I had the most vivid dream last night and it is still with me. I wrote it down, wrote all about it as soon as I woke up, came back into my body, and finally opened my eyes. It was one of those dreams where you wake suddenly and you want to find your way back in. You lay there willing yourself back in, daydreaming what may have happened next, silently sending messages to those you left behind in the dream.
The effects of the dream stay all day. When it comes time to get ready for bed you dress for the world you hope your dreams allow you into again, you brush your teeth, fuss with your hair, and open the window to let in the smell of the cool night air. The breeze tickles your neck and you imagine someone else, something else there. You shift under the covers and your bed creaks as the door opens letting you back into your dreams.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

I've been writing

I have been working hard on a series of short stories. So, again, the blog has gone to the wayside.
A little something I wrote for fun just warming up the other day:
I see him and I love him through and through
I have always known him
We are here to come together
Together we are something greater
Greater than the sum of all parts
Parts that create something never before seen
Seen our power is invisible but palpable
Palpable and moldable like putty
Putty we hold between us, an orb in our hands
Hands manipulating and moving through
Through time and space and obstacles
Obstacles we face are great but not insurmountable
Insurmountable odds are something we have surpassed
Surpassed by coming together over and over
Over land and oceans and planes and time
Time - we will have what we need of it in this life and more of it next time
Over and over
More time and more time
Each time we reunite
Reunite until we have a full lifetime
A lifetime to work out what we need to workout - to learn what we need to learn
We are inexhaustible - indefatigable - without end

Saturday, April 4, 2015

One Down. Many to come.

On Wednesday I completed a first draft of a short story I haven't done this in at least 4 years. When Abigail was born life shifted in so many wonderful ways, but now she is 4 and Benjamin is 17 months and things are beginning to shift back towards me a bit. Self care is beginning to happen again. I am grateful.
With one story finished another has begun. I am even thinking there is an anthology of related stories here. That is what my heart, body, and characters seem to be telling me. I am making writing a daily practice again. Does that make me a writer? I think so.