Oceans What was and what is Vision and fulfillment Oceans between us Oceans withheld Untold unspoken unsaid Yet Felt Oceans...
I wrote this poem August 3, 2012, while my husband José was deployed in Afghanistan (his second deployment). At this time, our daughter Mia was 19 months old and her little sister Lizzie was 6 weeks old. I had a big, supportive group of mother friends in community around me, but no family, and I … Continue reading God Bless America
It is a sad thing to lose yourself Buffeted about by the winds of change aimlessly drifting at the whim of the breath of earthly forces, unable to ground, detached from the core of life. Flow…go with the flow they say… Funny thing about life, so many people beg for a roadmap. Others rebel against … Continue reading Alignment
It is important for us to share now more than ever. Sharing deep, personal feelings may not float everyone's boat, but it connects us in a way that nothing else in the world ever can. When we are vulnerable, we may feel we are showing weakness, but others will perceive it as courage and strength. … Continue reading A Baby Is
Dawn awakens the world with a now muted glow, announcing an alliance made in nocturnal repose between Mother Earth and the North Wind who doth blow. Half frozen dew coats her fingers and toes. She knows how this is going to go. So she blushes. Scarlet red, orange, and gold. Frost will be her petticoat. … Continue reading The Engagement of Gaia & The North Wind By a Maple Tree
written August 29, 2017 I am a hurricane and my eye sees what it can seize upon the sea, far beyond me. I am a hurricane, raw element, pure. Like a diamond from coal kicked up by the fire in my soul. I am a hurricane, intent upon destruction but not without intention. I am … Continue reading I Am a Hurricane
The older we become the faster the world spins. Some remain young at heart, young in mind, personality, and spirit… Others grow old and wise before their time. Lines of wisdom and traces of sorrow do not mar the smooth cheek, seen instead in the eyes. Old souls dwelling in young frames… Like a new … Continue reading Their Eyes
(written September 2016) Back and forth we blew about in the fierce winds of change. Dashed upon rocks I never had time even to put our life into a frame. Here and there the tempest shook and uprooted us from every crack in every road we ever took. If we ever thought our home was … Continue reading Hurricane Destiny
The call to write is undeniable…it pulses through my veins and sings to my soul in a haunting melody. In truth, I can’t recall a time that I wasn’t obsessed with the written word.
aka Summertime Fun in Gerunds 😉 Sunday daze and ice cream phase skipping skipping to the park waiting there for grandma's call watching ants crawl up the wall crawling crawling never falling summertime bedtime - it's not dark! Listening hearing green leaves breathing fluttering high up branch by branch climbing climbing never falling sharing space … Continue reading Summertime Fun