I had a voice...we are all born with one. My prayers had authority. Now not so much. I struggle for words a fair bit... Why has the power gone from my lips when I used to swing king-hits with words that swung like sword blows and carved a way for light to penetrate and send … Continue reading Shy
Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging
Not just a word. . .
Love is a verb...kinetic, fluid. Love must flow from hearts and out hands not just lips. Love cannot be simply spoken but must be fully embodied and walked out in physical form. Love spurs feet in forward motion strengthens resolve and lifts heads higher. It's electric.. Ever moving shifting flowing energetic force that sparks light … Continue reading Not just a word. . .
Truth dear heart is absolute, not subjective. It does not come in shades of grey...changeable like stage costumes. It is seldom choreographed, never rehearsed....it does not fear exposure. Viewing truth from different angles does not change its composition . Its solid, not vapor. It stands alone sure footed not needing to survive afloat on the … Continue reading Truthseeker
Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay, hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild … Continue reading Waiting.
It seems with all that has been lost of late some years have fallen away too. Heavy taxing years that brought weight to these shoulders and creases to this brow vanish into thin air. Age it seems is running in reverse as the clock ticks backwards and lost hopes are revived from the ashes of … Continue reading Prism
Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there's no escape from the torment. The demons won't leave. No peace. No safe space... Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living … Continue reading Nameless.
I'm in the Emergency Department in a 4-bedded room partitioned with long grey curtains ... I followed the ambulance here that came to collect my dad. Dad is in a lot of pain... and despite the buzz in here, everything is moving frustratingly slowly. The bed beside us has a lady. She is my mother's … Continue reading Broken
I am a sentimental with an artistic bent. That is to say, I have a habit of collecting stuff. Treasures/ junk, call it what you will. I can't help but fall in love with rusty sweet tins and vintage linens. I become emotionally attached to old canvas duffle bags and retro kitchen wears … Continue reading Collectables
This little light …
It's pitch black out tonight and we are late getting home. There are no street lights out here to light the way. The darkness cloaks the landscape like a blanket.We come up over the rise and the light beam from the headlights cuts through the night. The shadows rush away as light fills the space … Continue reading This little light …