Flow
Breathing in and out
seasons turn once more around
nature’s ebb and flow … More Flow
Breathing in and out
seasons turn once more around
nature’s ebb and flow … More Flow
Nothing is as lucid
as self-doubt.
So certain in its purpose,
so sure to follow through,
so clear in its aim
to bring you down. … More As It Is
Open communication is the key,
now that’s my belief,
and I stand by it.
Then why this dilemma?
If I speak my mind,
hell will break loose. … More Choice?
Sometimes,
I feel
we are not loving life
as it deserves
to be loved. … More When Life Happens
When you slow down,
what do you notice?
The way light falls
on an ordinary wall?
The soft murmur
of a day unfolding?
The breath
you didn’t know
you were holding? … More When You Slow Down
Like the river
that
flows calmly,
like the storm
that
never lets up,
like the hill
that
stays put, … More A Paradox
I wait forever for spring,
for the magic
to unfold once again—
for the revival of flora and fauna,
for life to rise
from winter’s long slumber. … More The Quiet Revival
The greatest blessing
in anyone’s life
is being able
to be vulnerable
without
the fear of judgment
or the need
to explain. … More When Sorrow Arrives
What’s your default
when you’re by yourself,
when there is no one to please,
no one to convince,
no reason to pretend? … More What’s Your Default
Writer’s block—
an unfortunate predicament,
a miserable place to be.
A place I resolve,
or at least try,
to avoid at all costs—
and yet,
I find myself here
more often than I care to admit. … More In Search of Inspiration