Embrace the transition and fearlessly expose your wings!
I’m thinking of today. Of what it should or could be. Call me ungrateful, but what it is is disappointing. Women are celebrating and wishing each other a happy day. They are taking pictures creating art, sharing with us. They are advocating writing working educating spreading awareness reading the words of other brilliant women talking… Continue reading Just Another Day
His love isLike indigo evening air withgalvanic veins of lightning.Like the eye of the hurricaneguarding you fromturbulent gusts thatcircle around.Like the liberator of your soulfinding a safe home for itin his heart.Questioningeverything internally,in files,in drawers,inside,until he can iron them outto articulate themperfectly,just for you.A quizzical charismathat captures many,but trusts fewbecause he’s cultivated safety in solitude.Still,… Continue reading Synastry: The Loving
His heart is like an archer aiming precisely and hitting the bullseye because he must every time. Like a flickering flame growing intense, then shrinking soft. Like a scandalous joke he made speaking freely to the crowd meant only for you to understand. He magnifies the energy of the masses and ignites the world around… Continue reading Synastry: The Learning
His soul is Like a most gentle sluice of lucid brook water to soothe your wounds. Like the dewy rain drops that dribble into your arid throat like revival. Like the curious bluebird, forever remaining on the fence as he chirps his carefree melody. Then he stops to listen readily and share minimally. A jolly… Continue reading Synastry: The Understanding
He appearslike a euphoric ultramarine ocean wavecome to awaken your cynical soul. Like lustrous sapphire river rapids in dreamy eyes. Like sheer understanding as they lock with yours. Working up a summer sweat for the attention of whoever happens to be the luckiest person in the room, His blithesome nature blinds him to the fact that you’re fidgeting with impatience craving the shower of his affection.An infectious… Continue reading Synastry: The Meeting
We are all constantly thinking about time and how to use it, or how to get the most from it. We measure time in productivity which is incorrect but it's too late to change that for the world. We can possibly change it for ourselves. I was recently asked what I think the best use… Continue reading Make Time To Live
If there's one thing I know about people it's that many of them will go to the most melodramatic lengths to fabricate authenticity. Nobody is without insecurity, and there is a bit of a performer in all of us. But there are many that have a permanent spotlight hovering over them like a halo. These… Continue reading The Performer
They tell me I'm strong. It's true. How familiar, the sound of misunderstanding behind the word "strong" coupled with good intentions. I say nothing or "thank you." It’s widely believed that trauma makes victims more resilient. Trauma doesn't make victims more anything. Trauma takes. Trauma is a monster that aims to annihilate anything in its… Continue reading Despite, Not Because
I'd be tempted to keep her from society. Not for myself, but to protect her soul. To shield her from the poison that exists in the sharp teeth of the monsters who slither around and feast on angelic beings. Imagine if there was a way to assure that she would remain unscathed, unviolated, unscarred, unburdened … Continue reading If I Had A Daughter
You’re playing piano in an empty coffee shop. I’m sipping on the perfect cup And consuming confectionery bliss With a sparkle of citrus But It’s difficult to chew when The muscles in my mouth Are fixed in the proudest grin. Beaming. You are my piano man. Those magnificent fingers I hold in my hand daily… Continue reading Another Moment
Eternal Metamorphosis 