Nearing my sixtieth birthday, I found myself justifying my moments of a heavy heart, rather than exceeding gladness. Everything in life has a positive side. Yes, yes it does.
I am speechless in awe of the times we live in. The world hurts. Peace seems lost. It's time to be gentle. The world needs gentle. One life. One time. Now.
So many times we find ourselves challenged, our thoughts, our very words. Often a defensive mechanism kicks in... but defense is not always the victor's weapon.
Cinderella I step out onto the ballroom floor The room settles into silence After the sounds of the onlookers Catching their breaths And apart from the whispers Of old maids Gathered in clusters Outlining the edges Of the ballroom...
Contemplating those challenging moments in our lives; the way we look to the world, and the way the world looks to us...
"Diamond in the ruff" ... the producer, in search of the rarest of gems...the soul of the songwriter, woven of passion and dreams... and for a moment in time, their paths cross...
"I do" ... the two most powerful words lovers can ever speak... their meaning, immeasurable...
This turned up in a box of "keepsakes" as I was moving rooms...I was a young, smitten girl when I wrote it... "Ace" has long since come and gone, but there have been many romances since that fit this!
If life were a canvas...and time were the artist...
Gooseberry Island, Westport, Massachusetts. Adjacent to Horseneck Beach... joined by a lovely campground... Horseneck, where I spent countless childhood hours with my mother. Part of my foundation.
Freedom is born in knowing ... exactly...who...you...are...
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28 kjv
"You're the strongest person I have ever met" ... well, maybe sometimes...
Funny the paths your mind can take, when you sit alone, in the silence...
Many years ago, when I was writing music and lyrics, I saw an image I will never forget... a scale, a G Cleff, and notes. Underneath it read, simply, "Slowly and with quiet dignity." Hence, this poem.
We know who we are, but sometimes we wander...and sometimes we just have to go back and find ourselves...
"I will never leave you or forsake you" ... (Hebrews 13:5) Suffer, we must in this life. But to turn the tears of hurt to the life that heals.. to be a willing tool in the Hands of the Father...
From the time I was a very little girl, the city lights have always held a special attraction to me. For all I had endured in life, it was life in the city that finally broke me.
Pretty ladies...I think we have all been there, though I would wish not... and perhaps it will always be this way until he's "the one".
Lovingly written for a kindred spirit whom I have never and will never meet…
No matter the moment, no matter the time or place, I am His child and when I listen, I can always hear my Father's voice...
Yes, it's true...I am, quite simply, owned by the cats. ♥ A delightful synopsis...anyone who has ever been owned by a kitty will relate!
Aah! To those of us who have ever been owned by a cat!
Ah...once the path was all ahead...then, the path was all around...who knew we would one day find ourselves with much of the path trailing behind...
Seldom a reflection...but perhaps from time to time, we all have moments like these...
Dedicated to the memory of the 26 victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary School tragedy.
No matter what a moment, a day, a season holds...promise unfolds always, life goes exactly as it was meant to...
A loose-leaf sort of self-reflection in a narrative work...
Difficult, sharp and painful, I wrote this as I watched a cherished friend suffer the actions of his only daughter. What she does not know, is he is dying. Life is short; this is the real deal.
A tribute to the men and women who sacrifice daily for the freedoms we all enjoy (and often take for granted). Just the very thought, takes my breath away.
Artist to artist...
For the holders of the pen...
Dedicated to the men and women who wear the badge...
Lovingly dedicated ...written on the occasion of the retirement of a very special person...who built a ten year friendship...one...week...at...a...time...
This was a "gift" to two dear friends who, that day, just were not seeing eye to eye. In fact, far from it.
Aah, sweet lady...I would miss you dearly, and truly I do...but you taught me so much and you taught me so well, you are with me always.
My passion for the ocean runs a close parallel with my passion for life... life with all its complexities...
Never underestimate the gifts you have been given... someone, somewhere needs you to share those gifts...
A word of hope for the lost souls...
My spirit was stirred; my role new; but the fiber of my being, the "who I am" thread in my life tapestry... still there...always, always there...
It was some time ago now, that I wrote "Voyage" ... this work will reach you and speak to you and take you many places. Years later, I wrote her other half, "Vessel". I hope you enjoy them.
Probably one of my personal favorite writings, I have lived far from "home" so many times... and the longing always takes me back..."if only in my dreams"
Written in gratitude and dedication to the masters of the pen, who, by their words, take hungry seekers to places unknown...
"I have lived a million lifetimes"...
Written for, and dedicated to, the HMS Bounty...one of the glorious Tall Ships...may she rest in peace, and always, may her memory echo from the floors of the ocean...and the center of the earth.
The cookie cutter standards. The ones we could never quite fit into. Somehow, my square corners were cramped in the rounded circle of normality; I didn't belong here... perhaps, never will...
Life moves on; times change; we change... we hunger to stay, we silently long for time to stand still... in part, perhaps we deny...
Ah writing; my connection to the world; my moments on end separate and alone. Different... I hear the message and I respond... with pen in hand... hoping, and hoping again to connect with the world.
This was not going to be my very first hub. In fact, until hours ago, I never knew there would be a "this" ... but then it happened. And a writer...well...writes. The poet's retreat is their pen...