As I run…shedding tattered, bruised, no longer fitting old skin. Embrace a freedom freely given at a cost I cannot understand. Laying prostrate…wet falling from a gratitude welling. Breathless, deep, guttural “thank you” pales
Category: Writing
Abandoned
Crying out blindly Hoping someone will see you drowning… “Stepped out of line”, I heard one say, “I never would have asked that way” frowning… Fingers pointing, judgement calls Job’s good friends repeating “Must have been Something you’ve done” echoed in their greeting
Stones for Remembering…
Prelude to epiphany …my path to recovery Remember? Can you see…? I (AM) was there. (Here) Always here. So difficult to scrape the mire from the physical, as you press in to pristine clarity of the spiritual. Easy to allow yourself to get bogged down, held down, tied down, chained captive. It’s no wonder memory…
First Love Returns
It’s been too long… since I held you, caressed you and listened as you sang to me. Your body pressed firm against mine. Vibration becomes melody becomes release. You have been my love for a very long time. My best friend, my therapist, the fullness of expression of my deepest depths. I walked away, left…
Tick Tock
An extreme amount of activity has gone on since my last post. Time is an illusion, though it feels very real when grey hair jumps on the scene, children grow to adulthood in a matter of seconds! Grandchildren are doing the same…and on and on and on… New books are still unfinished, art still waiting…
Stirrings From Inside 