There are so many things I would like to say to you Now I can only say with my eyes If you were looking you’d notice I am still taken By you. So many words just want to pour out Like sweet apricot jelly I pant. I walk. I pace. I breathe. I pace. I…

Texas, You carry Wild West complete with the Alamo in your eyes. No surrender. Never. Watching you, I feel that salty spill: smashing staccato tattoo in my own heart. Texas, you have come all these years past the Panhandle, West, paying your dues in blood, always paying. Texas, you hooked me with that first line…

Blessings. Messages. Beneficial. Thoughts. Climbing. Scaling. Up above the wasted worries. Longing. Hoping. Wondering Who you really are? Like a lit song In a fast car Like a still night in a deep pool Like a warm track on a record Healing Me. I wonder. I do not worry, now. I trespass through the areas…

The wind that is gently caresses your face. Once, touched mine, and felt so divine, Flowing from one shore to another with grace. Nature’s healing power towers upon the shore. Life’s breath flows inward and outward. Scores of waves, sooth pores and sores. Beginnings; naturally, have an ending. Even, within fairy tales fantasies and fables,…

Feeling ones heart is starting to open is a very seductive journey. The senses getting stronger. The dreams become more vivid. You feel confident enough to let the universe take over. It’s a noted scary and exhilarating Journey, there is more work to do indeed. Balance, Patience, practice. Well worth the journey opening a heart.

Do not forget about God in the bustle of the day. If you are able to keep the memory of God at least in the corner of your consciousness in the prime of the day when dull energies envelop your head, then no storms and stresses of life can threaten you.  

The road Dust Dared Tempted souls Long strides will Eat the distance It is for Us Being gracious To the reflection We see Trusting in our Weaknesses Goodness Grip the Door Make music Hear the Love Knocking Repair A dying light Ask for Help Hope thru the Grief Strength through The stretchers Meant for Finding…

Based on my experience of having to leave my home. I can tell she’s coming for me I have that feeling – Free-floating anxiety, Unmoored, untethered, Blown by the wind Will I be shipwrecked? Or will I unfurl my sails And steer towards a new horizon? I should know by now How she comes for…

I love an old soul Whose Been around Lingering In all my quiet spaces in the morning air Tucks herself into the sleeve of my shirt Bend of my skirt Taste of my coffee An old soul Like an old pair of tattered blue jeans An old harp some angel discarded Born anew I love…

No more hiding the truth Transforming Is the ultimate addiction Health giving Words are adding Color and sparkles Piercing the veil Up close with this girl BJ calls her the yellow Rose Heaven knows That her heart shines the light Emotion had Exhausted her Now Making connections Beyond Physical touch Warm enough To sleep with…