Lost and wandering upon endless winding paths, not fretful, yet homeless, a nomad among camps, with True North obscure in a fading compass, pole star finally comes into focus. With God always beside me, never do I walk alone, but now I sense clearly the direction to go. My balance … Continue reading Wandering (With Audio)
Where the pier ends is where my dreams begin, where the colors of sky and aquahorizon blend. I sail away into the unknown, following charted stars to return to the home I have yet to find but am certain I have been missed, and I cannot wait to fall into the embrace … Continue reading Where the Pier Ends
The thing about matters of the heart and soul is that they are buried deep. The thing about the search for home is that it is a destination we cannot, in this life, reach. But the matters of the heart and soul are hidden clues we are meant to unearth in time. Some are … Continue reading Matters of the Heart and Soul
bridges, paths, trails life choices and directions so many ways to detour to explore on the unhurried way home All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise
Restless is my soul in this skin, morphing, from the cocoon but not yet used to these wings, free from the dark, cramped past-life chrysalis but not free enough from the weighted wet preventing my wings from fully drying, so I can fly, soar to my fullest potential, reach the height I've been … Continue reading Restless
Rainbow from the hose, thank you for appearing; I need you to reassure me that these dreams I keep secret in my heart are worth keeping, that they will come true if I do my part and never stop believing there is a pot of gold out there meant for me.
The romanticized, nostalgic idea of there being no place like home tugs on our heartstrings in the clicks of Dorothy’s iconic ruby slippers. I can’t help but wonder, though, what that ideal vision of home looked like in the minds and hearts of viewers then, and what it looks like now. At the time this … Continue reading Slipper Clicks and the Timeless Wish
When Love finds me, he will be long overdue: many lifetimes have I waited alone at a table for two. When Love finds me, I will recognize him, not from his appearance but from his iris. When Love finds me, he will find me well; I will be doing just fine without him … Continue reading When Love Finds Me