week twenty-six

almost swept away 
by the brisk wind coming in off the lake
and its words whispered to me 
from behind.
my soul is tossed 
this way and that 
by the power of its wisdom. 
i am cognitive and cornered 
drawn out and enticed by my own desires
STOP
i try to scream back 
but my screams cannot be heard 
over the roar of the wind
and its backlash of memories. 
i am left wounded...
but there 
through the mists of the early morning rain 
i see a hand reaching out for me 
and know
that after i take that first step toward it
it will grasp hold of me 
and help me get to safety.

week twenty-five

 i have found a way 
to live forever
i have found a way 
to feel always safe
i have found a way 
to dance with abandon 
i have found a way 
to see my own beauty

in their memories 
i can live forever
in their hands and hearts 
i can feel always safe
in our shared friendship
i can dance with abandon 
and in their eyes
i can see my own beauty

week twenty-four

there belongs to me 
a moment ~ this moment
a sigh, perhaps
a deep, slow breath 
a heartbeat
in which i reside -- complete 
the fullness of all my past lives 
meets the emptiness of the future
and the days i have left to fill
the lines i have left to write
it is brief
and passes by sometimes before i even know it
but there are other times when i can catch it
when i can sit back and look at it
marvel at its wisdom 
and its innocence 
be fully submerged in it
bask in its beauty and knowledge


there belongs to me
a moment ~ this moment
where in the stillness i hear
my own heartbeat
and believe now is the moment to live.

week twenty-three

the eager sound of rain
suspended in my soul again...
i find shelter in the dreams of none
though you wouldn't guess it.
this soft hand touched my shoulder 
and turned my view
and it surprised me with its newness.
i never knew could happen twice 
i was lucky enough for once. 
it is not too good to be true
but so true that it is not good.
i am falling into these hidden eyes 
and wishing someone would catch me 
before its too late for regrets.
there are words of wishing
and words of knowing 
and these are the words i share.

week twenty-two

his soft brown eyes seem to know me already
and he trusts me
we have become companions these last two weeks...
he is there when i feel alone,
he loves me when i feel like no one does
he always needs my attention. 
i wonder if he likes belonging to me
as much as i like belonging to him. 
this puppy to cuddle and love 
is exactly what i need.
thank you spencer, for coming into my life.
you don't always get the dog you want
but you always get the dog you need.

May

another month down. i am getting closer and closer to the halfway mark.  i can't believe how fast this year is going by.  i have started work on my blurb book for this project that will be available for purchase one the year is complete.  im very excited about it!! 

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