And when that final dismissal bell rings
two roads diverge at The Wood1
and I
take the one less traveled by...
And when that final dismissal bell rings
two roads diverge at The Wood1
and I
take the one less traveled by...
DId the Wise Men actually consider looking at Mary and Joseph's Babies-R-Us wish list?
Would you like your drink with lemon?
What good is the present If all we worry about are other things?
Which shifts us more: the storm or the aftermath?
Is it an equal trade to swap a past shattered by darkness and tear-stained pain for an airy ethereal elusive hope of the future? What is the tipping point, that one grain of salt too many on the scale, where one begins to drop coins in investment for uncertainty rather than gathering worn and melancholy …
Yellow finches flit and dance about in blue spruce morning dew impossible to discern the space in which sunlight ends and wings begin
Wishing pain on others for what they say do believe seek only serves to keep you small dark hurt ignorant and mired in the sticky-deep residual memory of what they said did believed sought . Is this where you want to build your future home, in this hot, dry, hard, arid land where an eye …
What is the difference between faith and fate? A vowel or two? An extra letter? Your God or my Goddess? Or is there any difference At all? ... Image courtesy 9883074 via Pixabay
What if that one true wish you've always held never arrives lost in the cosmos insufficient postage returned to sender no such address because the universe is in the process of packaging something bigger and better for you? Will you miss that delivery because you're so stuck on what you ordered not being what you …
Is it true? Ask these razor-sharp words your mind shouts at your heart when obstacles block your progress when hurt dulls your happiness when indigo uncertainty spreads inky clouds of fear in your chest Breathe while you wait for that compassion and love you so freely give others to float down into that feather-soft space …
Beneath the broken yolk of sunrise, flowers like gauze-- planted by moonbeam shafts streaming once white and singular and watered by the moon dreams of whispers between things never imagined-- blossom at my feet ruby emerald sapphire amethyst citrine shimmering with diamond dew. I ache to pluck and gather lovely blooms in my fist For …
What if our only job in this very short lifetime is to wait pause breathe believe love expand be? ... Image courtesy of Evgeni Tcherkasski from Pixabay
I woke up at five am only to journal and walk and coffee and journal again (the second time with John Mayer) writing two things: one poem about broken promises that needs a rewrite for a happier ending (my heart and my readers agree) one ridiculously rough pre-first draft of a humorous epistolic-essay-love letter (it …
Yesterday left like a promise but what is a promise, exactly? The momentary words of one against a present yet unavailable The conditional happiness of another delicate, nebulous, dreamy, elusive A dangerous place for both a future space in which nothing is required to break two hearts with no effort at all ... Image courtesy …