Sitting, drinking tea book on my lap, sunny rays Through the window pane
Fantasy | Haiku
Slowly…words begin worlds in my mind…shaping Magical journeys
here we are again…yet different
Here we are again this seems familiar all those other times that I’ve suddenly felt like writing again the “i’m back” posts the “I’m not
busy busy mind
busy busy mind working against me a captive of my own thoughts. trying to be present to work through things to be my own power
wind beneath her wings
wind beneath her wings a cliché and yet… rings true let go, play the fool
Beginnings| Screen-free September Days 11-13
Amount of screen time: 0 minutes books behind in reading challenge: 3 Hello again! It’s been a few days, but there hasn’t been much to
balanced on a point
the world is balanced on a point. teetering this way and that with every fleeting moment. finding your way back towards center especially when the
Balance | Screen-free September Day 4
Today’s post is going to be a pretty short one (with a bonus poem at the end). I don’t have much to update you on that I haven’t already mentioned. What I will mention is that I think I’m starting to get used to the rules. I’m by no means to the point where I don’t have the urge to break them, but when I do have that urge my reaction to it isn’t one of frustration, it’s more of a quiet annoyance.
Fear, the Illusionist
Stretching out long spindly fingers Brushing against the neck Voice oozing softly into the ear Be afraid It says Be afraid. Light tickle on
Scattered Rhythm| Reader’s Choice
This Reader’s Choice post is inspired by the words “rhythm” and “scattered” which had an equal number of votes. A huge thank you to everyone
moonlight
i look above me my friend is there, covering me in darkness and light
Reader’s Choice | August 2018
Hello everyone! It’s that time again (do I type that every time? I’ll have to look back at pervious posts…). A new Reader’s Choice post
baby
when I first saw you a key clicked into place. Light! that is what you are!
I am a Writer
There’s an image in my head of what a “writer” is supposed to be like. If I were able to show you that image, you
tapestry | Sunday Haiku
day by day I piece together the tapestry that is my own life