Stripped down Unfleshed Broken down Taken apart The truth is front and center Yet no one wishes to bow down Took stripping the flesh from my bones And, now it’s all raw It took taking my flesh from my bones My righteousness standing naked Taking it on the […]
Her face was flushed with emotion and pain. She wanted to find the truth. But nowadays everyone says that there is no truth. Yet everything has a story. This pile of junk – grars and widgets- represented her life. Rugged, rested edges ready to be thrown out. Not […]
I’ve had a hard week and it’s not even done. I’m tired and cranky. Yet, I’m also dreamy and streamy. Oh wait. I have no idea what that means. I’m sleepy. Yes, sleepy. Running on empty. Hoping for a change of course. What shall, no one knows. I’m […]
I heard the song “Yellow” by Coldplay and I teared up a bit thinking about my son when he was a baby. It sounds so cliche to say, but hold on tightly onto your babies as they grow up so quickly. When I was pregnant I didn’t want […]
As you make new friendships and relationships, you somewhat enter a blank space or canvas. However, you are not. You bring fears, goals, and mental handcuffs. You might bring scattered thoughts even on a solid foundation. One thing to monitor is to see if you are moving from […]
She had packed eveything up into the van. Well, not everything. Just what could fit and somewhat mattered. She only brought what she could connect to. Or so she hoped. She wanted to move on with what was just necessary. Yet, her insecurities seemed to spill out into […]
Things often need to fall apart and fall down in order to feel empowered. A tree had fallen in their courtyard but there was not much to say about it. Stuff happens. She herself had fallen recently and yet she felt like a champion. You have to get […]
Many moons ago I wrote about a little thing I do when I travel abroad. I tend to leave something behind. I at times take something thsts frayed or near falling apart and let it come to its end on foreign land. For instance, I left my timberland […]
Not just adulation Not just applause Not just appreciation Not just admiration Not just acknowledgement Not just a pat on the back Not just affection I want my name on the marquee
The warriors The nurturers The tough love group The haters The envious The believers The skeptics The warm smilers The angry mob The tone deaf The amplifiers The hand holders The shoulder givers The ones with faith I am because of them
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