Borderline Love

Borderline Love

We met at the pub around the corner from my house. It had been months since I’d seen her, but the texts were frequent and often intense. She and her boyfriend were riding a roller coaster of emotional triggers and conflicts and it had been going on since last...
The Sigh and The Bliss

The Sigh and The Bliss

this crater of longing is endless; it’s madness. I look to you to fill it. be sane for me, be peace, be love. I look to you to complement me. be my other half, my saviour, my light. because this pit in my stomach is aching; it’s taking me down. and I want...
This is the Way Home

This is the Way Home

Oh, if only this journey was about beautiful words, quotes, meditations and prayers. If only it weren’t about the pain, frustration, resistance, the pull to blame, to withhold love when I believe I’ve been wronged… I walk hand in hand with my...
The Proposal

The Proposal

My friend was angry and agitated. She paced my kitchen with the grace of a cheetah eyeing its prey- head down, muttering to herself. She was planning. Her ex-husband had proposed to his new girlfriend and she was beside herself with resentment- he had not warned her....
Resist or Release

Resist or Release

Without fail, I am helped. Every. Time. My life is not smooth. It does not flow with the ease of a mountain stream. And you want to know why? Because I resist it. I resist the calls for healing. I look at every conflict that comes up and I get scared. I think it must...
The Big Three

The Big Three

Just a little over three years ago, I wrote out a prayer- a request. I asked for a simple man. I wrote it as a poem and thought to myself, ‘Maybe in a year or two, I’ll be ready for him. I’ll be ready to move on and settle into a simpler life than...
Blank Page

Blank Page

Blank page before me and it’s like this every time- a fullness, a mood, words and ideas waiting within…waiting for my pen. This life holds so much potential. There are people I know or, at least there are those with whom I’m acquainted, and they all...
She’s Too Much

She’s Too Much

My mind is a shadow- half dark, half light- cast from a thought that never happened, never real. This is how I used to live: I would carry with me the weight of never being good enough- that I was always wrong somehow. I thought I was too much- too emotional, too...
Big Love

Big Love

My daughter wrapped herself in her furry brown blanket and plopped down beside me on the bed. She said, “I must be bad because I’m not like them. I hear words coming out of my mouth and I want to take them back right away, but I can’t. It’s...
Is She What She Posts She Is?

Is She What She Posts She Is?

A friend of mine is famous. There’s really no way for me to express that without sounding like a douchebag. Whatever. She is. She is famous in an industry that is saturated with false promises and sweeping generalizations. I have other wonderful friends in this...
The Storytellers

The Storytellers

I love music. Life would be empty without it. There’s a transcendence to it that is most definitely divine. I play the piano and sometimes when I would simply play what came to me, tears would pool in my eyes- not because I was sad, but because I felt overcome...
Life is Too Short to Hate

Life is Too Short to Hate

I just can’t do it anymore. Life is too short to hate anyone, least of all myself. But the waters I tread are murky. I cannot trust my eyes alone. I need an omniscient Love as my guide. Without Him, my words, intentions and vibes are icky at best. For as long as...