Some things become outgrown, over-used. I don’t know if this happens by chance, length of time, frequency of occurrence, or what other criteria it goes by. Perhaps with a little extra care, we can preserve the things most important to us longer than they would have lasted if we had approached with reckless abandon –Continue reading “Poetry Series – Chicken Butt”
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Poetry Series – Magic Portal
I was an imaginative child, sometimes in a way that was shunned. Now, I’m an imaginative adult and I’m finally letting all of the conditioning come undone. Step into your magic, lean into yourself. Magic Portal What happenedto the magical portalon my wallin my roomplastered overthat cornerbecame graspingself disgustprojected outventingit must come outwastenothing isbut aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Magic Portal”
Poetry Series – “Kiss Me” Cookie
I find such great irony in the fact that we both have said we don’t pick up on something unless it’s – BAM!! – right in our faces, yet we both show love in the most subtle of ways. I’ll never forget the time my Aunt asked if we have our own little language goingContinue reading “Poetry Series – “Kiss Me” Cookie”
Poetry Series – Dream Girl
Yesterday my son walked into the kitchen and said “Mom, do you ever know things and you don’t know how but you are really sure about them and then they come true?”. Yes baby, absolutely. All the time, actually. I took the opportunity to explain to him that I think if we stay open toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Dream Girl”
Poetry Series – Free Eater
I’ve struggled with disordered eating, a lot more seriously than I’d like to admit, over the better part of my teenage and adult life. The thing is when we don’t feel like we have control over most of our lives we’re willing to grasp for anything to take control of, even if it destroys us.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Free Eater”
Poetry Series – Drunken Love Confessions
If you’re on the brink of giving up hope on love, I’ve been there. I don’t think we should ever give up hope on anything, though. What’s missing will be found in the last place you look and so often we find things when we stop looking. Maybe it’s okay to keep hope but toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Drunken Love Confessions”
Poetry Series – Missplace
We’re always circling back to lessons, relearning from previous experiences. I wonder if sometimes that’s why I feel so out of place in the present day. Maybe I’m revisiting, relearning. It’s the only thing I can think to tell myself, sometimes, to keep from feeling like I’m going crazy. Missplace Where am ISometimes I forgetI’veContinue reading “Poetry Series – Missplace”
Poetry Series – I Mean It
I spent a long time saying I didn’t want love when I did. The truth was, I didn’t think I deserved it. I never believed it when someone said they loved me and immediately I’d start kicking into self-sabotage mode. I didn’t know I was going to break this habit when I did. Sure, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – I Mean It”
Poetry Series – Tired of Your Face
If you have a big heart, maybe you know the pain of desperately wanting to help someone that isn’t ready or willing to receive your help. I’ve often been much more willing to take suffering on myself than to watch another person go through it. Sometimes, though, we have to sit back and let theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Tired of Your Face”
Poetry Series – Lips
Life seems to be a constant search for finding the balance between light and dark. When the light is particularly bright, sometimes this takes a bit more of an adjustment period than I’m anticipating. I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve always been one to squint at a change of lighting no matter how subtle. Every timeContinue reading “Poetry Series – Lips”
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