some days

the paint doesn’t come. the words won’t visit. the colors remain muted dull. the light wont seem to come on. these days I have learned I only require the scrubbing of my own floors- the most mundane of daily chores- to find...

free will

oh the surrendered joy of realizing i am willed free. i stand within these narrow walls of joy with this will to stay – such peace- illumines every breath~

don’t list

don’t listen to ‘that voice’. don’t judge yourself against anyone other than your standard. don’t listen to those who do. don’t think yourself so singled. don’t stand against the world. stand for it. don’t stop. even...

i am so serious

believing that this crafting this idea living this trust dreaming this making amidst moreness. so serious that I can laugh smile giggle with delight at the day each and every one that holds life.

26

we have so few letters. how do we say, with so little, all that there is to be said of one lifetime?