Fleeting Pleasures

I find simple pleasure on rainy days, and cloudy mornings. I sit close to the window. I feel the cold against it, and listen to the patter. It seems that on those kinds of days, the whole household sleeps longer, and deeper. Then of course when I happen to open my eyes and realize I

Puddles

It is known that even a puddle of water can reflect your faceEven a teardrop is capable of showing you the skyThe ones that I see are muddyIt could be my sight or maybe my feelingsI stare at them for a while, trying to ascertain how unclear my being isThe more I zoom in on

WTH? (A think piece)

“I wish I would have never come here.” Probably one of my most frequently used lines after “what the heck am I doing here?”It’s not the location, the environment, or ambiance that I disliked, but this feeling; the absence of choice.I would be wishing I was here - anywhere if I had stayed. Furthermore, what

Low on Balance

Breathe Grace

  In a search of security, we’ve pressed ourselves to understand, know, and predict our circumstances. The more knowledge we thought we have, the more secure we esteemed ourselves to be. This quest of the ideal, the safe and the comfortable finds its roots in fear and it resulted somehow in pride. Pride isn’t inherently bad, but

A parenthesis

Give me air, not a muffled pillow Give me silence and a little bit of tune, Tell Him by Lauryn Hill, cut by the screams of crows in the sunset sky. This could be peace. This could be love. This could be my mourning song and the comfort of God. Stillness in chaos, the peace

BEing

What appears far off is on the contrary near, The clothes of honor and respect you seek has been on thee,  Strolling after what we want we miss what we need,  The desires of our hearts are weaken by our wounds and their fears,  And the fear came from the pride we took in ourselves,

Kindling Hearts (Reach Out)

Reaching out, Though we may not be mourning personally, Though we may not be sick and hurting Though our pain seems to be less, Reaching out blesses the well and the depressed.   Reaching out, a means to not wallow,  A ship that rescues us from drowning through a simple hello.   Reaching out may

Naked

Naked. A statement,  A  state,  A page, blank and silent. Naked. Like an end to it all. A death. A pause. A moment to reflect without thinking. Naked. A reminder to be quiet. My being requires me to be speechless, grateful, accepting, whole... As much as it was scary and intimidating, I stripped off of

Grand Rising

A stick at a time, beautiful birds build their nest Early in the morning as the sun ends its rest With determination to press on their stength, making their wings counter the air, daunt it then sail ahead, till moments later, back at it again. Focused not on the burden of starting over. Looking forward