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The Return

The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”

Truth, Wisdom, Love

The weight of the Truth is the weight of a mountain– a single Earth. … The weight of Wisdom is the weight of a feather– a single tear. … It is bright tonight as I huddle tight next to a soft pillow and a softer light, shining the way Love greets lovers in the doorway…Continue reading “Truth, Wisdom, Love”

Home is so much bigger than it used to be, now. The plane touches down and part of my soul is granted the peace of knowing that it is back to where it started. But what about yesterday? What happens to the people I met in an across-the-country-state where the sun blooms inContinue reading “Home”

Home

I’m not looking for The One. I suppose I’m just looking for the one I won’t get tired of. …… The number of betrays I have felt– they are buried down deep and it was not until I was ready enough to hold the shovel that I could dig them out and start to peekContinue reading “Home”

my green brother

falling asleep amongst the trees is easy at twilight with twinkle toes and green ribbon hair. All I do is sit back with his brown belly, whisper sad notes up to his branches, and let the wind sing me home. June 18, 2014