What Love Looks Like

What Love Looks Like

I’ll admit it.  These past few weeks I have done myself wrong.  I have left my soul malnourished, heavy and dark.  I have not fed it properly.  I have denied it love and light. That’s what unforgiveness does. I’ll tell the truth.  I’ve put up a...
I Talk to Angels

I Talk to Angels

  I used to make stuff up a lot as a child.  I wore that look of longing.  Longing for love…longing for acceptance as a child. I used to lie about what I liked as a child.  I would change my tastes to suit.  To suit what you liked…what you liked about...
I Am Not Broken

I Am Not Broken

  This body you see is not me.   I live without and within.  I am bigger than these breasts, these toes, these eyes.  And I am not broken. When I am able to just be, I shine with effortless ease.  When I am in fear, I shut down, stutter and retreat.  I become like a...
Mess or Masterpiece?

Mess or Masterpiece?

  If you’re reading this then it is very likely that you know your life is of your making.  You understand that what lays before you is a reflection of what goes on in that beautiful little head of yours.  So what is it?  What is your life?  Is it a mess or is...
I Keep Falling

I Keep Falling

  “If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.” ~Mary Pickford, actress...
A Pain Shared, A Pain Halved

A Pain Shared, A Pain Halved

Wrap your arms around yourself and squeeze.  And know that it is me.  I am with you.  Run your fingers through your hair and breathe.  And know that it is me.  I protect you. Hold your hands against your heart and feel.  And know that it is me.  I am the beat within....
You Remind Me of Me

You Remind Me of Me

You remind me of me.  With your blue eyes and your questions.  The way you look when you’re surprised or when you’re thinking out loud. You remind me of me.  With those bursts of creativity followed by thoughts of fear and doubt.  The way your hair gets in your face...
That Which Carries My Spirit

That Which Carries My Spirit

I awoke this morning in deep appreciation for my body, for it has served me so well.  I move easily and freely.  I breathe without effort.  I stretch and bend without discomfort.  I carry boxes, bags and babies.  I kiss and hug and love.  I dance.  And I do all of...
If You Will Send Your Angels

If You Will Send Your Angels

“Come with me” I say.  “I’ve got enough love for the both of us.”  And she looks up at me, blinks, and then nods.  It’s a beginning. Sometimes I have to go back to her.  Sometimes she needs my embrace.  It’s been a while since...