on yet another year,
She wondered if it was finally her time.
To live for herself,
and take her life off the shelf,
To tackle that mountain and climb.
But the journey seemed far,
and she had waited so long,
She’d grown weary from inside the gate,
She had learned how to be,
while dreaming to be free,
And she now pondered if it was too late. Continue reading The Gift
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In the silence of the Winter,
the snow,
it is said,
makes not a sound,
as it falls to its bed.
But the deepest of silences,
results in a hush-
As the caw of the raven reminds not to rush. Continue reading The Hush
As the pendulum swings in measure,
The hands of time have moved once more-
For the shift has come from cadence,
The sway that unlocks this temporal door.
The equinox chimes in balance,
All things equal of day and night-
As soon the darkness gathers,
With the fading of the light.
The change is now upon us,
That which revolves, comes back around-
By letting go of olde,
We gain strength to stand our ground.
You can feel the weather shifting,
When an icy chill comes in the air-
And with the summer quickly drifting,
Autumn’s bluster comes to bear. Continue reading The Turning
Countless inspirations,
From a myriad of souls-
With the strength of an army,
All reaching for goals.
We are flowers finding sunshine,
And blossoming with room-
All sharing the same garden,
Helping one another bloom.
Like a game of Red Rover,
We link hands in kind-
So send the next one right over,
To this family they will find. Continue reading Connected
This is Fergus…and I suspect that he is on to me.
In a clandestine caper of snack-a-licious proportions, I have taken to a life of crime, and unlawfully lifted The Captain’s (my fiancee’s) coveted pretzels.
And Fergus, who is an adorable busybody, at the moment, is giving me the stare down while watching me eat the evidence.
I’ve gone rogue.
I have stolen them, and he is the snack sheriff.
I am a thief, and he is the pretzel police.
He is Sir Fergus McFluff of the Clan McFluff, and I can feel him silently judging me.
I am trying not to make direct eye contact in effort to dissuade him. But his gaze is locked on my every move and I can see him in my peripheral vision as he watches the pretzels go from my hand to my mouth and back again.
And as I have mouthful of sourdough pretzel deliciousness, I am caught in his cross-hairs of justice, and I find myself making excuses to his sweet face to justify my pretzel-napping.
On the other hand, he might just be waiting for some errant crumbs to come flying of my mouth in his direction for his own benefit…but that would probably just implicate him as an accessory after-the-fact.
Although I’m not sure if he knows about that contingency.
He does, however, look somewhat concerned that I may crack, and throw him under the bus if I am hauled in and pressed about the pretzels whereabouts. Continue reading The Pretzel Heist
The forest is my happy place.
A place of pensive reflection and whimsical exploration for the inner musings of my soul.
To connect with nature and to find my place within the universal fold.
A touchstone to the energy that radiates from deep within the earth and courses up through the core of my very being.
Especially in times of chaos and uncertainty, it has the power to move me with primal and ancient rhythms, and awaken me with a sense of enchantment and whimsy.
And on this particular day, I stopped to chat with a squirrel.
Because sometimes, a hot cup of coffee and a delightful conversation with a new (furry) friend is all you need to start the day off on the right foot.
But earlier, when I had walked by, I had been pelted by an acorn from above, and I had taken it to mean that on my way past that first time, I should have acknowledged his presence and given a nod to his territorial supremacy.
So this time, I stopped, and gave him his due.
First I offered a formal greeting recognizing his station as a Mad Hatter of sorts, and then, a stern chastising in reference to his tantrum.
But he was unreceptive of my input regarding his rudeness, and his manners as a result, had most assuredly not improved. This was more apparent as he proceeded to read me the riot act.
Apparently, he was not at all impressed with my conversational skills either, because he cocked his head vigorously several times whilst chirping and barking at me and giving me the what for.
I had attempted to apologize with a peanut, which he suspiciously snatched from my grasp and spun under his nose to inspect. But it was still an uncertainty whether or not my reparations were to be wholeheartedly entertained or unceremoniously rebuffed.
He began chirping more loudly.
Now, granted, my “squirr-lish” is a bit rusty (and not at all the strongest of my known woodland languages)…
But, none the less, I was still fairly certain that I had just received a rather dubious proposition to join a shady backwoods tea party of suspect origins that would require me to bring my own nuts.
Today I will believe I am beautiful.
Today I will remember I am strong.
Today I will follow my commitments.
And know that the road can be long. Continue reading Today
Same Hat, Different Me 