Wishes and Prayers

When I pray, I always add the addendum,"...if it is in accordance with Your plan,"for more than what I plea for,superseded, I wish for us to remainalways in His hands. I trust whatever may happen,although I may not understand,will come with a needed lesson,a necessary occurrence in the processof the destiny in becoming once again  who … Continue reading Wishes and Prayers

Rooted to Trees

Tree-hugger for as long as I can remember(my favorite nature companions), known sky-and-cloud obsesserto those who discover a drop of who I am. I write of the seabecause I have been living by the beach,and if my writing you currently read,you know mountains aren't my thing. Wildflowers, especially white ones, have become infused into my … Continue reading Rooted to Trees

Some and Me

Some were built for height,some false with imitation bark,some ill-fated by others' fires, some have witnessed the sparks.The dark, the light, rotates and falls upon each equally. Some were meant to sky-reach.Some use the sun's loveto bloom in delicateand fleeting beauty.At the feet of giant trees, with whom I have alwaysfelt most rooted,in white lace and ray's kissstill fresh on my … Continue reading Some and Me

The Little Things

Something there is in a soul's compositionthat personalizes lightfrom the connecting threads;in the weave of mine,part my art and part divine,seems to be for the grandiosesome kind of rare blindnessin the mainstream sense,for I only find it in the minute and steeped inmindfulness,the larger picturealways blurred and muted,unacceptably-by-societydismissing sweeping views;upon deaf eyes, the waterfalls,for my soul only … Continue reading The Little Things

I Look for the Broken

I look for the “broken,” the torn, the cracked, the light-and-shadow’s silent dance, the intimate, the unvoiced stories, for in these lie no greater beauty nor still me with more reverie. Parallels and metaphors, all nature reminds and shares with us what we are here for. Leaf veins and light extend into me and connect … Continue reading I Look for the Broken

Maiden in White

She seemed to floatin flowing gown of whitethrough the gardensin the misty morning light. With gentle hands,her fingers brushed,skimmed over the blossomswith celestial touch; the blooms self-muted their huesas if infused with her purityuntil all the world resembled heaven for a moment but affordinga glimpse of eternity, and as she departed,long, fair hair slow-dancinginto the horizon,the … Continue reading Maiden in White


Illusion of control, I never really drove, not on a road tripof my own;I roderound and round, hair in the breeze,holding on to the maneof carousel dreams, never free. Now I am.But the invisible reinsof pleasing so longkeeps me stalledin the corral;my voice on auto-pilotagreeing with everyone else. A passenger yet.I sit quietly still looking outthe windows.But in the rearview mirrors,I frame … Continue reading Rider

Wind and Wings

I will bend to please,for I put first others' needs;overempathy makes me weak. Forceful winds,whether intended or not,push with invisible pressure until my insides knot.  In opposite directionof secret desires,the flight I am put onwith unpurchased tickettakes me higher but fartheron false wingsto where I wished to be;nonetheless, I relentlesslylook for the positives in my surroundings.  Rock, … Continue reading Wind and Wings