for our next
for our next
with my tribe there’s peace
calm, protective connections
there’s an ease with them
You healed my past, dears.
You are present and intense.
My future is clear.
Ghosts of the past linger in the chambers of my memory.
Like the heavy feel of lanolin staining memories a smudged yellow.
An intervening moment of serendipity removes the hold of bygone days.
Again, my simpatico relationship meaningfully ties me to my abundant present.
*Thank you for the inspiration, Terry! 🙂
There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.
The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.
Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.
The smile of someone engaged.
I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.
It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.
From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.
She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.
My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.
And I love her.
**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!
This is an old image of me. I was 27 years old. But the look, that attitude, that hasn’t changed. Still sassy, still owning a presence that’s hard to ignore. My best friend said something to me recently which says it all…
“It’s all right there in blonde and tall.”
For me now, the goal of writing is to vividly present written expressions of myself.
May it have as much personality as my visual presence projects – truth, energy, and guts.