To the friends I may never find and the tribe we’ve yet to become; To the lover I may never meet the twin life fire whose soul remembers mine, the sparks that still have time to fly and the connection we haven’t formed in this life; To the abundance and purpose that may never find …
Lately I’m only just noticing that I tend to begin to explain to you exactly what I’m doing as soon as you enter the space I’m in before you can even ask or assume; It’s almost like you’ve conditioned me to tiptoe and overexplain; these eggshells have already cracked under the pressure I’ve been putting …
the apple never falls too far from the tree… because the tree never lets it fall; lowering the apple gently toward the ground, giving it the space and gentle permission it needs to figure out the rest. …apples choose their dents. 121921
I always feel a slight sense of discontentment or disappointment when I find myself saying or thinking, “next time.” Maybe it’s because I’m frustrated with myself at how it always seems like I’m trying to squeeze too much into a single day [or sentence]; setting expectations for myself that are way too high to climb and …
So what if my writing sometimes refuses to go any deeper than surface level and touch all the raw, sore spots, the gaping wounds, imprinted onto me by the egopinions of everyone but myself? Maybe I’m just tired of pain, and the remains of my own ego seek to shield me from the traumas of …
There are times I wonder if the ocean is my true home it soothes my heart and replenishes the salt in my soul; But somehow I always end up living far from the water and I find myself more often than not in salt baths and hard-water showers just to feel closer to home. …
Sometimes you gotta cross things out even when you write in pencil because they don’t always have erasers and neither does life. 120421
How’s life? I don’t really know, I – Can I get back to you on that? I’ve been writing about it in my mind of what it is, what it could be, what it has been and there are vast imbalances between its scales. But this story isn’t done yet so I just keep writing …
Have you breathed breaths today? How many? Did you even count? Does youth still anoint your temple with the waters of its fount? Your heart thrums and dances to the beat of life’s rhythm; Isn’t this still true? Your lifeblood wells from these vibrations, flowing in the richest rivers, through the hills and valleys of …
Being of light that appeals to the lucidity of my dreams came to me the other night and said the world needs to know your story… Funny, the other night I couldn’t even remember – When I woke up grasping at twilight’s fading straws; But today, it was clear as the bell ringing my subconscious …
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