Earth’s Confetti

I am amongst earth’s confetti. I stand above it, stroking its rustic colors with my eyes and embracing its beginning and end. When I am emerged in it, my feet crush its leaves trail after trail, while I inhale its essence deep within my soul; tasting its sweetness on my palate and filling me with…

Potential

Once upon a time, I fell in love with Potential. I didn’t see it coming, walking in my barely there way, weary from losing my mother and best friend too soon. After seventeen years of singleness I was starting to feel like my opportunity for marriage was fading. I’d already soul crushingly talked myself out…

s e c r e t p l a c e s

Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.

Change

To the next person who tells me “change would be good for you.” Let me tell you a story. Change. We are all shifting and moving simultaneously day to day; transitioning from one action or idea to another. It’s inevitable. It’s a part of life. I get it and need that as we all do….

Perch Here

Paddle me across these waters as the fog dances and light begins to cast morning shadows. I will listen to the loon speak dialects that I don’t understand, yet my soul resonates with every call.

Lighthouse

You came to me as though you were on a mission. A determination in your posture told me you were needing me, as you urgently stepped up and leaned against my red metal haul; your thoughts racing to and fro. I could tell you had a lot of pain since we last met. Even now,…

In the Waiting

My mother would often tell me I put the cart before the horse. She was right. I would think or step too far ahead than where I actually was; in the waiting. The yearning for hopes and desires can be like a desert without rain when deferred days, months, or even years without an answer…

Be on Guard

A day without reading the Bible is opening the door and inviting Satan in for a visit. “How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word.” Psalm 119:9

Catch & Release

I’m not entirely sure if you meant to catch me, but you did. We were two souls out in the wilderness, trying to find our way through hurts, fears and the baggage that followed us in the shadows. Then you appeared out of the blue, catching my eye, dazzling and pursuing me. Hesitant to go…

Winterberries

Here I am squatted by your grave, if you had one, I think this is where it would be. Tucked away from society, deep in the thick of tall pines and luscious green grass, with dancing wildflowers. Oh yes, this is definitely your space. I think you brought me back here once when I was…

Those Tender Moments

February will be a year since you left us. As I rummage through old notes this evening, I ran across this one, when I visited you almost a year ago. Closing my eyes for a moment, I savor a time in the past. I sat beside you holding your frail thin skinned hand, while we…

Her People

I’m a foreigner, though, I call her grandma. I sit with her, feed her, hold her hand, calm her, take walks with her, and used to care for her. But, my face will never be familiar and though my presence may be enough, it will never fully be comforting. She wants you, her people. You,…