Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames
A sure sign of emotional/psychological healing and growth is the change in your prayers. At the pivotal changing point in my life, God had very clearly answered a recent prayer I had delivered in tears on my knees in the locked bathroom at one my lowest points. Since then, my prayers have mostly been gratitude, … Continue reading A Change in Prayer
I am on my way to the sea, on my way to see to my dreams. New fit of a home surrounds me; legs itch to explore beyond old boundaries. Still inside a shell but will expel it shortly; no longer does fear hinder me. I’ve heard of a place that excites … Continue reading On My Way to the Sea
Ocean, timeless. All stages and walks of life equally embraced, welcoming the soul to seek and find... No two secrets alike, but the sea harbors so many similar dreams, secret pleas whispered, its waves filled with such murmurs... Some search for shells, some for treasures, some look for those bottles with rolled up letter-answers, some … Continue reading Ocean Timeless
In the silence, blooms slowly awaken from deep sleep, each petal fading in to life, colored gradually by individual rays of soft, natural light. I wait in line. The peace already activating me inside, a hymnal hum with lost lyrics returning to mind. Here comes my light... I am ready. Old me, goodbye. Evolution of … Continue reading Silent Awakening
I used to foolishly attemptto trek around the stormsto avoid them,but the weather comesregardless... Eventually, I learnedsome you must simplyforge throughand get it over with... But then I rememberedthe times uponaluminum wingsI've flown,and how the stormsappear the ceilingonly to those below. It took a long while,but I finally grewwings of my ownand apply that lesson,simply soar abovemany of the dark … Continue reading Ascension
Love as a bud is not a new idea, but love for me is, and in the most beautifully fragile, hesitantly opening in the softest of morning light, I feel the possibility, and the sweet scent of it, I slowly breathe in.
The whiteturns sheer,seems to dissolve,revealingthe seastar within;it glows in my palm,recognizing the lifelinesas the oneit has been searching forto deliver the messagespirit to spirit,a mutual connection,a wish upon a starlong ago returnedwith the reassurancethat those whisperswere clearly heard,another signthat I am on the right pathand getting closerto where you are.In the center of the starappears … Continue reading Floral SeaStar
A colorful kite dream flying among the cumulous clouds above the sea in the endless turquoise lifted her heart from a buried chest and set it free upon wings of hope and joy, but the wind died, and no matter how she tried, she could not find favor with the weather. … Continue reading The Wind
Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace of existence. I am one of the few witnesses. I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness
