Category : iPhoneography

I will not hang my head,
Walk sheepishly into any room,
Slink and slouch to be unnoticed.

I will not make myself small,
Cover my heart,
Avert my eyes.

I am immune to the outside forces,
To the boxes,
To the labels.

I am too strong,
Too fierce,
Too brave for those.

I know my truth,
I stand firmly,
In the light.


Wednesday, April 19th, 2017 0

Today, let’s muster up all we can to focus on love. To fill our hearts and minds and souls with so much love for ALL BEINGS EVERYWHERE, and then to radiate that out in every breath we take. We know, in the deepest way of knowing, that love is always the answer and the path. Love wins.


Monday, January 23rd, 2017 0

this mermaid is being called,
lulled,
pulled by the ocean.
she sees the emeralds,
the turquoises,
the teals,
and it feels like home.
she aches to dive in,
feel the familiar,
the tide against her flesh,
her hair fan out in the waves.
yet, her gills feel inconsequential,
not quite developed.
or more apt, not quite regrown.
she wants to swim,
to delve deep again.
but she is still too much…human.
but, it’s coming,
her scales,
her surety,
that old knowing,
rebirthed into a greater truth.
it’s coming,
and the ocean will rush to greet her return…


Wednesday, November 9th, 2016 2

me tubWash it all away,
The silence, the disappointment, the heartache.
Let the water soften your skin,
Loosen the hardened pieces of pain that attached themselves to you.
Allow the silky soap to glide over your body,
Soothe the raw wounds you garnered from opening your heart.
You owe that much, and so very much more, to yourself,
To not get hardened, to not turn back.
You will go back into battle with love as your ammunition.
You are a Love Warrior and you will fight on.
But first, bathe…

**photo taken by Cherish Bryck, edited by me


Monday, May 16th, 2016 5

cloudsWhat if we were clouds?
Cumulous clouds,
Billowy and full.
All of our hard edges
Softened by the weather
Of life,
Of love.
What if you could fall into me
And I could fall into you?
What if we could hold each other in that gentle space
of the sky?
Above the noise,
The din,
The inconsequential.
What if we let ourselves move
In ways that were natural?
Not dictated on shoulds,
Or thoughts,
Or supposed to be.
What if we took shape
Together?
Me into you,
You into me.
What if we were clouds?


Saturday, March 19th, 2016 0