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23

Hello twenty-three. What a year you were. While twenty-two was the Year of Change, you were the Year of Growth. Thank you for teaching me that my gut is trustworthy. When I follow my intuition, I am following my truth. When I follow my truth, I am living wholeheartedly. Thank you for helping me discoverContinue reading “23”

Slates

As a new decade dawns,I scrub these slates cleanor as clean as they’ll get,stubborn stains clinging cruel; I have to be gentle,so as not to break thembut I refuse to discard themlike some heartless fool. Our slate is most difficultbecause I somberly findtraces of you inhard-to-reach places The notes of a song;the hues of aContinue reading “Slates”

Eight Years Stronger

The two of us, side by side on a park bench, two pairs of sea glass eyes watching and waiting and wondering. Me, in my ratty jeans and obscure t-shirt; her, in her old fashioned red flannel nightgown, trimmed with white lace. Her hair is haphazard and carefree. She swings her legs, bare feet inchesContinue reading “Eight Years Stronger”

Armor

The prompt: “What is your greatest fear?” I stare at the question. Five words, black and white, evoking a panoply of images and thoughts and memories. It could be casual dinner conversation or a hushed exchange between friends or lovers. It could be something as simple as heights or spiders or something much more convolutedContinue reading “Armor”

Holy

“Unaware of where I’m going / or if I’m going anywhere at all / but I know I’ll take the leap, if it is worth the fall // so long as the blood keeps flowing / I’ll set a sail and swim across / I’m not looking to be found / just want to feelContinue reading “Holy”

Twilight Era

I’m tidying up the waiting room and my gaze falls upon the little activity center and stuffed animals that have been abandoned in the corner. I remember a time last year when a client had an appointment but couldn’t find a babysitter, so I sat in that room with her little boy and we watchedContinue reading “Twilight Era”

Mosaic

Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”

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