

It is Not Mine to Keep
When there is pain and unrest, looking inside and being with it, I see what I yearn for. I ask about that yearning, and eventually, point...


The First Mark
I am itching to create But there's a boulder in my way. Who put it there? The one who is distracting her Self. I sit alone more than I...


Fall away
"Autumnal Equinox" is approaching. The farmer says it's time to "harvest" crops, once seeds. Some say, in the same way, it's time to...


Self-generating Love
The year was 2000 when I really began looking inward. Journaling since I was around eight-years-old wasn't the same as what I would...


The Dark; The Delicate
Mending the heart is a delicate process. Over two weeks, I witnessed the contents and structure of my heart demolished and rebuilt. ...


The Purpose of Pain
When we say someone has a "tender heart" it is meant as a good thing. When I have a tender muscle, it hurts. A tender heart must be...


Shutting Out
I wanted to shut out the world and say, "Never, No, I will not." I wanted to close my heart to one idea And open it to another, and say,...


Missing Lessons
Eyes widen as I learn that there is so much more to learn. The end of relationships are becoming aversions to me. And yet an aversion...


"You are the bows..." | On Children
My Dad told me, some years ago, that he sees his role as a father very much in the way Kahlil Gibran explains in "The Prophet," "On...


Mending with Music
Music. Music stirs me. It is so consistent in its abilities to make me feel. When I listen to a live performance, I will inevitably...









































