Nine. Sixty Eight.

 

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  1.  The importance of language
  2.  Multi-Faceted. Prismatic quality of us.
  3.  The fire inside me.
  4.  The depth of my desire.
  5.  Do we not all want to be simply held & seen?
  6.  Exquisite arousal, a flame every higher…
  7.  She & I spoke of all the things.  Breathtaking.
  8.  Wild sparkle. Messy hair. Chaos as my favorite color.
  9.  Though there is a precious peace in black and white.

Picture of mine. Wild beauty with wings and green reaching skyward.

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Nine. Sixty Five.

  1. I felt lighter today & so very empty
  2. The sound of rain. Beauty falling.
  3. See me.
  4. How does it feel to be awake?
  5. Wondering. Always wondering.
  6. Covered in only raindrops and kisses…
  7. I laid my head on his chest just to hear another heart beat. My first born-I hear my heart.
  8. The noise in my life. In my head.
  9. Where is my noise?

 

Picture of mine. A found piece of beauty. 

Nine. Sixty Four.

1. “Don’t think about the work unless you’re doing the work.” – Ernest Hemingway

2. Fall in love with her soft blush

3. I just want to be his. Still.

4. New season, new mug. The blue of it is so gorgeous and fits my palms exactly as it should.

5. Now she says it might be ADD or ADHD. Oh jeez.

6. He gave me Vertigo.

7. On his desk, arms in a T, all his. Me…

8. I’m trying to understand her appeal.

9. New opportunity for Lady Blue!

Picture of mine. A bench to wish on & imagine wild things.

Spring Conversation

 

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When was the last time

You talked with yourself?

Asked the hard questions,

Sat in the silence

& your heart truly felt.

When was the last time

You took yourself on a date?

Listened to your soul’s whispers

Over a slice of decadent cake

& whispered sweet nothings to your own lips.

When was the last time

you just held your body?

You heard your heart beat,

You felt lungs breathe

You noticed your center squeeze.

When was the last time

You were for you?

Cheered yourself on when the tough times were being gone through

Gave yourself a hug & a kiss just because you skin asked for it

Looked deep into your own eyes for the answers you sought

When was the last time

You truly believed?

You are worth everything you desire

Worth fighting,

Trying for

Loving more.

When, sweet friend.

And

If not now,

when?

Second time around, seemed so appropriate for this new Spring beginning. When was the last time indeed…

Nine. Fifty Nine.

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  •  She just wants to be…
  • When am I true to myself?
  • “Submit to love without thinking. “-Rumi
  • I am voicing concerns about mood-altering medication and he is talking about sunglasses.
  • They think they can mold & make them into what they want them to be. They are young human beings full of potential & power and magic and mayhem, not a pile of playdough.
  • take me in the sunshine while I wear only a dress…
  • Tears in my hair.
  • Up All Night on my fingernails, a deep blue to fall into.
  • We are made for so many tries.

 

 

 

Nine. Fifty Eight.

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  1. For all that she is.
  2. I do not know where to go from here.
  3. Ever missing a part of me.
  4. The storm inside me is winning.
  5. Isn’t that what each of us want? To be the exception, to be exceptional and always remembered?
  6. Does he still notice? Care? Wonder?
  7. Seeking water for my creative soul.
  8. Ways to free my senses.
  9. It is snowing.

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Nine. Fifty Seven.

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  1. I am dancing in raindrops gathered behind my eyelids, laughing despite the heavy feeling in my cheeks.
  2. He wants me counseled & seems to want me medicated. Why am I something to be managed & observed & talked to by someone else. Am I not worth his time?
  3. “I took a sip & saw the vast ocean. Wave upon wave caressed my Soul.” -Rumi
  4. Open to possibility & closed from hurt (how I am both simultaneously I do not know)
  5. He says maybe I would be happy if I wrote for God.
  6. I say, I want to write to empower others to find Spirit in & as themselves & honor this presence by living in luscious word play & delicious sensual freedom.
  7.  The want in #6 slipped out like water down my throat, cascading through my fingers with abandon.
  8. Young One gives me a “super kiss.” In other words, he licks my face. His love is wild & sloppy & loud I adore it & him.
  9. The best way to write & live & be. Ever softening & opening & wild & loud & adored & loving.

 

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Nine. Fifty Six.

 

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  1.  I am made of earth & water.
  2. My intrigue is fading.
  3. Will I ever be so adored?
  4. The touches I need, the ones I am given. Such discrepancy.
  5. He calls and I remember & I weep for who I used to be.
  6. Do you miss me where you are?
  7. The sun is shining & the sky has two shades of blue accented lightly with soft white puffs of clouds. Beauty speaks.
  8.  Dreamed of a male holding my wrists as he gently tugged me to an open meadow full of shades of vibrant and green. I asked, “what am I to do?” I began to cry, and it began to rain. No answer, he pulled me to him and held me in the rain and my tears.
  9. we play in an astounding array of feathers, each one a wish & light caress…

(pic of mine, I am captivated by dew gathered on delicate petals)

Nine. Fifty Five.

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  1. Why do you write? To be seen, to see yourself, for fame, for fun?
  2. Inviting in the feeling of…
  3. I want
  4. Laughter, tears, your embrace, your presence.
  5. Stay awake. Stay awake.
  6. Was all this so wonderful because it was brief & stolen? -Henry Miller
  7. Life is full of small pleasures.
  8. Cradling the opposites.
  9. This Song.

(pic of mine, the bracelets from my wrist)