Red, orange, yellow, green season of color, Be counted; be seen. Ochre, Amber, honey, vert Autumnal muses, Leaves drift as they flirt.
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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!
My Madeline Moment
I never understood the phrase "Your body is smarter than your brain" until I became an adult. In the past five years alone I have learned that lesson hundreds of times over. How sleep and rest are different. How hunger and loneliness can feel like the same thing and are somehow tied. How joy and… Continue reading My Madeline Moment
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
that holy trinity dancing in tune to the same music
Things I know now: *You need to love yourself well. *You need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are AWESOME and fun! And you create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. *No one will complete you, but you.… Continue reading that holy trinity dancing in tune to the same music
Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
Hope looks like
He said with his glasses off every light in the distance looked like a star. I told him to keep them off for a while. Maybe it’s not so bad to see things that way. Everything is always guiding you home if you let it. Even if we don't understand why yet. I've been brought… Continue reading Hope looks like
The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
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