Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Roads Traveled

Sometimes my stones keep me up at nightThey shower me in a silvery blue glowLike the light from the soft sliver new moonSubtle, but still thereAnd I awake in the morning wondering where I’ve been. On the road a few days agoI planted a seed of things to doPeople to seePlaces to goAnd dismissed them… Continue reading Roads Traveled

Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Yellow

Barely awake but the words are still ripe in my mind'Write about yellow.' Yellow?Why yellow?Silence. Okay…And after rolling to the right side, to break my sleepy cycle, with weird dream directions fresh in my mind… ironic that the yellowy solar plexus is bothering me from conscious minute one.A weird pressing pain that takes me several… Continue reading Yellow

Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Earth

There’s trouble a brewin’ child… you know, you can feel it in the morning coffee air.Zip your lips and remember, take nothing personally.Listen to that gentle Capricorn voice in your head and do as she says.Go to the woods.Go and feel the earth beneath your feet, with fluffy companions to drag you up (or down)… Continue reading Earth

Experiences, Poetry, Tarot Posts, Thought

Saving a Star

It started with a little Star She knew where she was going She soared and streaked across the sky with a vibrant sense of knowing But then the star got hold of doubt and it sent her plummeting Down into fear, down into pain Down into the constant “not knowing” She rocketed back down to earth… Continue reading Saving a Star

Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Confession

I let the phone gently hit the floor With a dull and crashing thud It had to be done I was glued to the thing And paying attention to superficial me Worried about likes and loves It’s irrelevant you see I’m banging my head up against the wall On a rather regular basis I’ve forgotten… Continue reading Confession

Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Who We Are

There is a little loud voice Inside my head That tells me I don't do enough. It runs me ragged with a constant nagging Of the things that need to be done. It demands that I go That I never slow That no one can win if they can't possibly show The exhaustion that bleeds… Continue reading Who We Are