sometimes… the door that is closed, is me- I seal the way, to path, to choice, to living, closed in my own sheltering- it prevents me, from entering- through to the other side, of me. sometimes… I am the void, that speaks of unspeakable doom- fear that is like, a weight to my feet- unable […]

treading upon the path of injury

treading upon the path, of injury- as we often do, disarmed by my falling- my will crushed, beneath me- but still I rise, the will of my soul- holding its way, as a lifting- a healing, to the steps I now take- making them my own now, what wounds have come, begin to close- with […]

Rising to new beginnings, willing to hold empty and full at the same time

When I rise, let it be with thoughtfulness, gratefulness, courage, love for life and strength in just being. With my breath, I recognize that I can be open enough to hold what is empty and full at the same time. I see the possible come even when it seems impossible. Even if it remains impossible, […]

rising to my path’s journey

I am antsy.  My usual routine wants me to post my tender words that come to me onto my Facebook page Heart’s Calling. I am feeling as if I am leaving those who follow my words on the edge of their life. I do not look at myself as a prophet or that life will not […]

Let love be my armor

What comes to fruition, comes from a clear and open mind. Not making anything right or wrong but coming to it all with compassion. Setting boundaries often bring you to your best possibilities. I am in a place of taking time to hold what is true and dear to my heart; my well being and […]

When I Dance

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago in the honor to rise up and dance to stop violence against women. Women will be rising up today and dancing for our sisters all over the globe…tonight I will rise and dance with a group of women on this day honoring my sisters around the […]

the looking glass

if the looking glass, I look through- is painted with fears, clouded with misgivings- stained with my tears. if I look through, the looking glass- who do I see, do I cringe and hide- curl up inside, the cracks of it- seep into my scars. a voice says, step through the- looking glass, into your […]

Standing on the edge of new beginnings, my publishing journey

  “but let me not, hold back- what is poised and ready, to bring me to the brightness of who I am, to the edge of my beginnings… I step into February with the remnants of January’s beginnings flowing to the edge of me. The pause of breath that is forever, but what imprint will […]

a thousand stars like dreams under the Snow Moon sky

a thousand stars, like dreams- they split the dark, and light our way- with glorious passion rising, we come with spectacular desire- we lift our hearts of fire, to the Snow Moon- seeing its stillness, against the cold black- but let us not, hold back- what is poised and ready, to bring us to the […]

January leaves its beginning light

January leaves its beginning light, to expand across time- movement by movement, time is divided that way- we can see it collide, with our lives- February returns, with its love that burns- through the winter ice, that cracks open- all that was released, on New Year’s Day- when time allows it to be, released again […]

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