Where do you find yourself when your world screams, though all around you, a deafening silence echoes a haunting refrain? Even the darkest night, with sparkling starry stories, follows another day in seeming ignorance, and the circle of life keeps spinning, heeding not your pain. I remember (without the debilitating weariness, body, mind and heart-wrenching … More Life Happens . . . so does Voyaging into My Heart
What glorious sights abound when viewed in the mists around.Peace in the blanketed air, scenes of the feeling heart, share. Listen on Anchor or Spotify February 3, 2022 — The street light filters through the wood slats of my bedroom shutters in pre-dawn hours. In my bed, I lay, phone in hand (for writing), thinking, yawning, … More Life Happens . . . so do Mists
What image do these words conjure? Riddle me a mystery, a puzzle, a dream, a life. Symbols, figurative expressions, and literal translations, a writer’s paradise, help me understand my life, one of fantasy mingled in reality. Or is it one of reality interspersed with elements of fantasy? From whence, and why, came these words to … More Life Happens . . . so do Stars, Fairy Dust and Fireflies
Doubts, hope, anticipation, dreams, and faith: interloping, wrestling, and interconnecting words with prevalence in living through the deep waters of my life result, I am sure, from my tendency to overthink, or so I have been cautioned. They move upon cresting waves, hidden beneath the surface like riptides, and sparkle like precious gems bathed in … More Life Happens . . . so do Doubts
May 13, 2021 => I woke up this morning feeling a little lonely before anxiousness turned to self-critical, analytical doubts until finally, talking and listening to myself provides an option. ‘Just roll over and sleep, forget everything else, and spend the day in bed.’ It is 10 am., the perfect time to pull the covers … More Life Happens . . . Learning by Parable
My heart feels the wind whispering kisses,
blushing my cheeks with cherished memories. … More Life Happens . . . in my Heart
Weariness flows through every careas she climbs into her night’s lair.Crawling under snug warm cover,knowing not which dream may hover,her eyes close to the sandman’s spell. Tossing, turning, and restlessness on the battle’s pillow front threatens peace in dreamland. The unsettling vision hovers, seeking refuge in a disguised haven of wonderment hidden in the darkened … More Life Happens . . . so do Pillows of Opposites
Tales of wishing wells, butterflies, and magic kissesspin exquisite golden threads, a halo for her dreams.Under the cover of starlight awe, her heart misseshis taste upon her lips, lingering beneath moonbeams.A comet shoots across the sky with its blazing tail,ribbons of flames, glories, trailing its celestial sphere,sparking reminiscence of love, mythology’s grail,unveiling hearts bound as … More Life Happens . . . so do Dreams
The original plan to hike almost 20 km from the trailhead leading to a recommended trail around the mountain lake becomes forgotten, lost to her adventurous streak, in unexpected, last-minute distractions looming on the left and right. Heads back and forth, considering options in bear and mountain sheep country. Backpack, water, lunch, and desire, increased … More Life Happens …so do Mountainous Treks
What makes a photograph memorable? Is it the unspoken language of composition, heard solely within a heart, that stimulates emotional reflexes? The use of light and dark to capture a moment in the ‘eye of the beholder’ reflects an invisible thread. Like the magical wonder of a spider’s intricately woven web, the human eye sees … More Life Happens …so do Heroes
Everywhere I look, I feel. I touch . . .
Reflections are a vital part of my life, just like the air I breathe, the people I love, and the blessings that have been poured abundantly from whatever cup I drink. … More Life Happens . . . so do Reflections
In the space between the realms of light and dark, fire and ember, truth and hope fill my heart. … More Life Happens . . . so does the Space Between
My heart feels where my hands need reachingto touch the holy fingertips of God,as He, with outstretched arms beseeching,quietly whispers, “I am always here.” Yes, He knows my need to feel cradledin the hollow of His tender embrace.As I, with His acceptance, snuggledhumbly, He tenderly whispers, “Abide.” Stilling calmness, a comforting balm,He wraps around me … More Life Happens . . . so do Whispers
What an unusual year! … More Life Happens . . . to Everyone
She feels. What is it? Letting her eyelids fall, she grasps, holds, and winces in lip-biting, hope-filled anguish, slowly pulling with amazement. … More Life Happens . . . so do Feelings
