If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you
i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will
Having fun with filters today! Do you have any favorite filters you’d like to share?
Sharing a cool, dark filter. Today is play day!
i sprinkle pieces of me at your feet, like rose petals, to soothe your soul from the unforgiving earth. each piece is memory reborn, slipping
Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped
I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.
Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.
i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never
Burn with anger, woman. Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…
My mind grows, inch by inch, into a place where all of nature exists and evolves.
The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods. They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time, spaces inside cycles that collect
we are here to see the impossible sometimes through the night other times through the rain we must see inside self see inside the places
I live inside this skin of flesh, blood and bone. I am fragile life dreaming of infinity. Threads of memories stitch themselves to the stars.
one day, when time leaves snow will be warm and the sun green. the ancestors will return and birth, painless. knowledge drinkable and love no
i read the wind. the words color me in shades of scented gardenias. the words take to the clouds, and write their sex song. i
the moon waits for me. i become the terpsichorean, naked, fragile, unclothed in darkness. my hips are my cauldron. i stir. i stir for the
Writing Prompt: Whisper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Most of what I write is an experiment where I allow words
I won’t be saved by you. Only the sky can save me from this blue world wondering how it came to be.