Today we held hands over your bag which was between us. Both of us were tired, dark circles beneath our eyes; purple with sadness and exhaustion. As we got closer to the airport, we held hands. We didn't talk. But your grip got tighter and as the airplanes got bigger I could feel you getting… Continue reading Leaving
Category: Vespers in gloaming light
Prayers of gratitude and moments of grace.
Little thank you’s and musings of wonder and delight.
All memories of things that glow internally and in the world around me.
a thought…
I think you need to love yourself well. I think you need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are awesome and fun. You create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. No one will complete you, but you. You… Continue reading a thought…
triple threat
I have to keep reminding myself: words mean nothing, but action everything. I don't just mean for other people. For me too. I would like those two things to go hand in hand. I get mixed up in there somewhere. Good intentions, strong words, messy actions. Whats the disconnect there? I need to think about… Continue reading triple threat
a little autumn ditty
Red, orange, yellow, green season of color, Be counted; be seen. Ochre, Amber, honey, vert Autumnal muses, Leaves drift as they flirt.
Blessed be!
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
The leaves are just starting to fall, and I realized this Autumn and last are so very different. And I thought, thank god I didn’t know what was coming. And I thought, but either way I made it didn’t I? And here you are with dearest friends saying sacred text and standing on balconies in… Continue reading Parting is such sweet sorrow
A Fairytale
(For every girl who choses herself over the prince and consequently becomes the evil witch in his re-telling of the fairytale.) I had all the makings of a cinderella. My hair in the light was as luster-ridden as any. My eye sparkled up at him for years. But my heart never felt right in the… Continue reading A Fairytale
Home again and far away
I am sitting in the airport in Cleveland, OH. The last time I was here, Rickie and I were flying to our new home in New York City. We had just officially finished grad school, our apartments were up for rent. We slept in my freezing cold apartment on the floor while our respective significant… Continue reading Home again and far away
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