Can you see the magic of Spring?
Your thoughts are creating the world you will see...
This post is a poem about trying to heal from racism's heavy energy throughout America during the George Floyd tragedy which resulted in violence, rioting and destruction.
This post is about American Spirit and in honor of Memorial Day.
As 2020 approaches, time is in the forefront of my mind. Running deeper than lines on a clock face or flip of a calendar page ("swipe" for you digital divas), my concept of time morphed over the years and invisibly orchestrates my life. On a grander scale, the new year transition symbolizes life itself --- …
Polka dot cloud puffs Soften the ominous grey sky Rising up Giving hope There's a message --- lighter times are ahead.
Frozen temps and snow do not stop even the scrawniest of plants from reaching for the sun.
When is the last time you were alone in the forest and heard creaking wood? What did you think? Were you no longer alone? Have you ever looked up to see sun rays streaming through the clouds? What did you think? Did it give you hope?