Echo
“You’re my friend till the day I die.” …”Till the day I die.” …”Till the day I die.” Yours Truly, -Premature death of the one who spoke too soon.
No Apologize.
I never declared that I’m perfect, nor my life or my marriage, nor my daughter or family. I never tried to appear or be anything near perfect because such world does not exist. I simply try my best. If my…
Birthday Eve
On the Eve of my Birthday, I laid down on the floor and rested my feet up on the high bed. I was in my daughter’s room. My foot, still very swollen and bruised. The fall was terrible. My daughter and I were playing…
From the Book of Life.
There is a certain comfort in… knowing. There is a certain comfort in… not knowing. Both equal. Both gratifying. Yours Truly, -Contentment
Love is…
“Love is an action.” Yours Truly, -It’s beginning to make sense
Jar
I had this jar once. It was filled with precious specks from a place I don’t know or can’t remember… These brilliant glittery particles… some might call them stars… had a softness and sweetness to them, like no other. It was a…
Goals for the Good Life
It was my first day back at work after a long vacation. The summer was truly one of the best. I enjoyed time doing many wonderful things with my daughter and husband… As well as meaningful connecting with myself. As the new school…
Seek and You shall Find
I’ve left. I’ve returned. Countless times. In a thought. A memory. A swollen watery eye… A quiet and swift movement. One action, million reactions… I Am… A revolution. A new way. I am changing. Rebirthing. I’m someone I’ve been searching…
Prayer.
Sometimes I’m really terrified to write out the things that circulate in my mind. My body. It scares me because if I put it into words, and I can see it on the screen, then I know it must be…
My Gift. My Grief.
I had a gift to sent. But I had no address. I had the perfect card but that too stayed in the drawer. I prepared a few sentences, but a short message is all I had courage for. Maybe that…
When Inspired.
It baffles me how inspiration comes, and how it moves through. Finally, after a significantly long break from painting, two creations emerged. Interesting how energy pushes through to release and discover something new. First came “Battlefield.” Intense and passionate. I know what…
Closer to God.
Sunday mornings have become pivotal in relation to my personal development. I woke up remembering an amazing dream. And what follows marks another paramount “moment-of-truth.” The Dream: It’s dusk. Grassy field. Tall leafy trees crown the sky. People. I know them, but cannot…