Return To Yourself – Again and Again

This is my first morning without the kids this week, and predictably, I woke from my internal 6am alarm clock. But today I allowed myself the sweet grace of a little more sleep, still smiling the smile I went to bed with last night after a much needed evening with …

What is the most powerful question?

My entire last decade hinged on the power of one question alone. The answer, when I lived into it, dismantled all I had known and transported me into a life that looked nothing like the one I expected to be living. No doubt, questions can hold a tremendous sort of …

{a love that rocked the whole damn world}

Last night The earth started shaking Where she lives Though it was steady here literally If not metaphorically Or steady enough At least That I didn’t feel movement In the ground Beneath my own feet Thought it must have moved I think At least the smallest imperceptible amount. Because if …

the week the unfolding began

This was the week of the whole and the holy. The week of wine in mason jars and the tears that hit so hard I became salt water for a while and as the night grew deeper I pulled a chair into the kitchen to reach high on tip toes …

Honest; a poem by Jeanette LeBlanc

honest

There was wine in a small round mason jar, dark burgundy like old blood and older memories and the lipstick I save for the deepest nights and fullest moons. The name on the bottom of that tube of lipstick tube says Shame. I just call it Honest. There were hours …

the key that unlocks oceans.

{this piece came out, raw and ready. no clean up or cool down. just the words that needed to be born, right then. the kind of freewriting that shoots out, whole and complete. stream of conscious, unconcerned with structure or style. just knowing that the words must be released, exactly …