They live in the gaps
just like a piece of paper that has been folded over and folded back
edges meet but something is gone
hiding missing out of sight
and mind
if the dreams are true
it’s in the gaps
something is
lost
•October 1, 2008 • Leave a Commenti won’t forget
can’t remember
what i meant to do or say
i lost my directions
will my north ever be true
everything is a cluttered mess
my thoughts…house…relationships
all look the same
and i’m tired
so very tired of it all
tired enough to stumble
into something else because
who knows what path is golden
certainly not i….
Just Checking in….
•June 15, 2008 • Leave a CommentThe thing about death is that it happens in so many ways. After the deaths of my grandmother, and two close friends last year, I felt like part of me died with them. It’s an interesting thing because actually, part of me did die with them…the parts they knew that no one else has ever known…the things they saw in me that no one else sees. It was too much to deal with and so emotionally and spiritually, I died too. I don’t know if or how they may be reborn but I know that today, i am experiencing the birth of yet another chapter in my life because for the first time – in a very long time – I feel happy and excited about life and what my journey may look like from this point forward. Someone once wrote that there is always the sequence “life-death-life” that no matter what, life always follows death – and so once again, it is true…and I…am grateful.
Sight
•March 26, 2008 • Leave a CommentTo look is a simple thing
To glance is mysterious
To stare can be thoughtful
But to see – takes a lifetime…
For My Dear Friend..
•September 25, 2007 • 1 Commentyou are a beautiful shining light
your heart touched everything with love
your life changed mine
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on a tuesday evening at the end of a session my therapist announced we might need to move into a different space because of scheduling conflicts she led me up the stairs and into a room i had never seen my eyes scanned the furniture lighting and walls trying to assess whether it would be a comfortable place and then i recognized and old friend on one wall hung a framed piece of my very own artwork circa 1995 it came from the only place i have sold my artwork my friends store i knew that was a sign the following saturday my friend who so bravely fought cancer joined all the beautiful angels that always surrounded her in this life if ever there was truly a human angel she was one finding the picture at that moment in time was her way of saying goodbye the picture was a drawing of an angel hugging a person her last hug for me.
In remembrance of Nonnie
•June 14, 2007 • 1 CommentMy dearest grandmother
I came to see you on this
Sun kissed day in June
The wind is blowing hard
But not cold
The large trees outside your window
Proudly display full-grown leaves
That dance madly to the rhythm of the steady breeze
Through the wind I hear the song of a single bird
So clear and true
The melody was unmistakable as I stopped to listen for a moment
If the wind is my life
Dear grandmother
And you are the bird
I know that I will hear your song
Through the instrument
Of my heart
Where you will remain
Always.
endings…
•May 14, 2007 • Leave a Commentit’s hard to describe
the feelings
i’m choking on
the space between
then and now
vast and nothing
all at the same time
she lived her life
in a small place
without reaching out
for me
and now i realize how badly
i wish
i had reached out to her
instead.
The crack
•April 11, 2007 • Leave a CommentA crack
in time
in memory
in being
in thinking
in feeling
in me.
dancing in chaos
feeling safe and sound
wake up
i never felt like that
i abandoned my childhood
to play caretaker
to be the safe giver
and now i find
that fact so sad
i am lost in my sadness
for now….
Question
•April 11, 2007 • Leave a CommentCan you BE beauty
When you observe beauty
And it becomes a part of your experience
Does it then become a part of you?
Does it shine so that others observe your beauty
And therefore your beauty becomes
A part of them?
Love
•April 10, 2007 • Leave a CommentPersonal growth is a journey of the spirit
There is no other way to travel
Unrest only exists in the absence
of Love
And my friends,
Love is all there is…
Heart Sounds 