blessed be my day.
a running list of ordinary blessings {6.24.12} a new book of poetry. black dress with pink flowers. farmer’s market heirloom tomatoes. a solo trip to the library. Terry Tempest Williams, Anne Lamott AND a deliciously mindless mass market novel. shoes with ties...
Blessed Be
Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. Blessed be the fierce of want and the howl of...easy
am I too much for you? no, I’m not easy. don’t come to me for simple. you want that you’d best look somewhere else, dear i’ve got currents beneath my surface that will feel like ruthless riptides if you come too close without being ready to ride my waves i don’t do...
Happy
It was a red couch. Clean lines, modern design. It sat in her living room, flooded with light from her big glass door. Faded in places, the leather worn soft from years of use. The seat was marred by primitive spirals in ball point ink, doodled by budding toddler...
You’ve Got To Claim Your Right To Rapture
This is your time. Yes it is. Right now. This day. This moment. This now. All yours. You don’t have to wait. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t always have to finish what you started in order to begin something new. And there is no more room for playing small....
We are all divine compositions made from countless fragmented pieces.
I talk too much and cry too little. It’s true. I have no idea how to knit but I’m damn good at unraveling. Every time I wake up I get a little closer to the woman who waits to be born and reborn. Each time I am her totally. Each time I am not her at all. This is all...
A Circle Of Women.
Purchase this as a Fine Art Print or Canvas From my 100 things in 2011 series.
He called me Dogface {memories of my grandfather)
He called me Dogface. No, really. He did. It was a term of endearment, I promise. A long-standing joke that wound through the years, connecting my grandfather and I. “Get me some more tea,” he demanded one otherwise unremarkable summer day. “How do you ask?” I...
Uncommon Sense: The heart loves what it loves
“I don’t think I will ever recover. It still hurts. Please tell me it gets better. Tell me I will get over her.” Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you in my...Giant Saint Everything | Sunday Slam {Buddy Wakefield}
Okay, so I’m a day late. But this one is worth it. Buddy Wakefield is a master. There is a point when tears don’t work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers. I miss You so much some days that I beg for the airplane...Uncommon Woman | Tara Hardy {Sunday Slam}
“For any woman who’s ever been told she’s too much: You, who broke out of the mold before they even cracked it off you. You, who came out inventing your own how-to-scale-a-wall with only vowels. You, who fireflash in the eye of so many midnights, so many men who...100 things I learned in 2011: Part Four
77. I still feel – even after ten years – that bedtime is the work of evil spirits, sent to leave me broken and begging for mercy. Every. Single. Time. 78. Melatonin was sent by the goddess to make it all okay. 79. For the love of all things...Maybe I Need You | Andrea Gibson {Slam Sunday}
“Love isn’t always magic. But if I offered my life to the magician, if I told her to cut me in half so tonight I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen? For this dark alley love song, for the winter we heated our home from the steam...100 things I learned in 2011: Part Three
51. Some things can only be worked out through poetry. 52. We’ve been fed truths about relationships that aren’t really truths. Myths about happily ever after that don’t really serve and lies about love being limited that hold us back. 53.. Don’t hold back. 54. It...Love Poem Medley | Rudy Francisco {Slam Sunday}
“I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in...100 things I learned in 2011: Part Two
26. I mostly write to myself. 27. If I sound particularly authoritative in a blog post it actually means I’m giving myself a stern talking to. 28. Sometimes I actually listen. Often I do not.** 29. If you are going to spout off statements like “I’m not a jealous,...Free Me | Joss Stone {Tunes On Tuesday}
My official 2012 anthem. I’m feeling rather invincible this year, if I do say so myself. Lyrics “And if you find it hard to follow me If I loose you in my creative stream Than you only got to raise your eyes And see me fly Don’t tell me that I won’t I...Plan B | Sarah Kay {Sunday Slam}
“But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are...Born To Hum | Erin McKeown {Tunes on Tuesday}
http://youtu.be/DdnI8K5PQPc Lyrics Erin McKeown is some kind of magic…..100 things I learned in 2011 {Part One}
I’ve always figured that if I’m going to be a copycat, I might as well focus my efforts on emulating the cool kids (copying regular folks is clearly not a good use of time). And dude, the cool kids don’t come much cooler than Colleen Wainwright (raising $61,517 in...Shake The Dust | Anis Mojgani {Sunday Slam}
It may be true that music can save your mortal soul, but it’s Spoken Word that has my heart. During the hungriest periods of my life, it has been poetry that fed me. First as a reader, consuming poem after poem like a starving woman. Rumi, Hafiz, Erica Jong,...Go Now and Live {Fine Art Print}
These words were written four years ago, at the junction between the end of one life and the beginning of another. They were my path to boldness when I felt like hiding, solace in the midst of pain, and a reminder to keep moving forward. Since then they have...One Life
You say the more you think You know what’s right The less you do What you feel inside So I won’t pretend that I always know I just follow my heart wherever it goes And I may not always get it right But at least I’m living coz I’ve only got this… One life, one life,...