I gave othersjust about allof me selflessly,and it drainedanddrainedmeuntil I was leftbaking in the sunat the bottom ofa dry well,fossilizing. You found me. Gently liftedmy headand breatheda fountain of lifeinto me, and the well filledas our hearts did,and instead of treading water, we taught each otherhow to swim in the direction we needed to,dreamed of once,instead of … Continue reading Fins and Fairytruths
Tag: Strength
The Steps
The heat was on! An advisory, in fact. The shade and clouds, sparse. The distance, minimal. But oh that terrain: deep sand. The kind where you feel you are simply sinking, barely advancing, despite all of the effort you are expending. Will I ever make it back to my car? Why didn't I bring my … Continue reading The Steps
Concrete Bloom
One single bloom in the crack of the concrete stands out so boldly on a day I need it most. A reminder of who I am. The most stubborn fighter, Defender of the Spirit, a beautiful soul, and no matter how much you throw on top of me, I will grab hold and rise up … Continue reading Concrete Bloom
“…To Accept the Things I Cannot Change,”
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. ~The Serenity Prayer Twenty years ago, on an early Saturday morning, a group of women met at a church, held hands in an unbroken circle, and recited these words. I … Continue reading “…To Accept the Things I Cannot Change,”
This Time
There's oil where I dove, and it's weighing me down, the water can't rinse off this nasty blackish-brown; the rainbow colors that swirl about me are false beauty, a sticky trap taking the flight out of my feathers so surreptitiously. Helplessly, I lie alone upon the shore and death mercifully comes to release … Continue reading This Time
Glorious Day, Glorious Me
I match my gait to the beat of my buds, a dance in my step, arms raise up like wings against the spring wind: I become invincible (once again). The trees seem to bow before me as I pass; no selfies, only Nature do I photograph, except when I think of capturing my shadow— … Continue reading Glorious Day, Glorious Me